Widow's Undoing (Ruthless Sinners MC 4)

“Alright.”

“Great. I could come there, or you could just meet me here at the coffee shop.”

“I tell ya what.” With everything that was going on, I’d decided to stay at the clubhouse for the next few days. I wanted to be on hand if any of the brothers needed me. Since I only had the bare minimum in my room, I’d need to get to the house and pack up a few things. I figured Frankie could just stop by while I was there, so I told her, “I have to run out to my place later to grab a few things. You could just meet me there around 4:30 or 5. I’ll text you the address.”

“Great. I’ll see you then.”

She immediately ended the call, and I was left standing there wondering what in the hell happened. I’d been trying for days to put her and her boys out of my head, but it had proven to be harder than I’d expected. It seemed like every time I stopped for even a moment, just long enough to catch my breath, she would come drifting through my thoughts. I’d see her face, the gorgeous blue eyes, or that incredible smile. It took some effort, but I could redirect my thoughts and force those images out of my head. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the longing feeling that was burning deep in my gut. I’d never felt anything like it. It was almost like I was missing something—something I didn’t even know I had. Whatever it was, I didn’t like it. The whole thing was fucking with my head.

I texted Frankie the address to the house, then headed back inside the infirmary with Country and Rafe. As I stepped into the room, I saw Rafe give Country a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Get some rest, brother. We’ll be back soon.”

“No need to rush back.” Sounding utterly pitiful, Country told him, “I’m just gonna be in here tending to my wounds.”

“Yeah, just like I thought. You sorry ass is gonna milk this shit for everything it’s worth.”

“Damn straight.”

It was good to see that after everything he’d been through, Country still had his sense of humor. I could tell Rafe felt the same. As he rushed down the hall, he shouted, “Gotta catch up with Axel before he has my ass.”

I glanced over at the clock on the wall and saw that it wouldn’t be long before Frankie would be heading over to my place. I needed to get some things done before she arrived, so I decided to go on over to the house. It was a good thing I didn’t wait because the place was a mess, and there was a rancid smell coming from the kitchen. I threw the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, took out the trash, and wiped down the counters. I’d just started to toss my dirty clothes in the washing machine when I heard someone knocking. I quickly shoved the rest of the clothes into the washer, then closed the lid. I took a moment to wipe my hands off on my jeans, then went into the kitchen.

When I opened the door, I found Frankie on my doorstep, and as usual, she looked fucking incredible. Her dark hair was pulled up into a messy bun, and she was wearing jeans with a fitted black sweater that accentuated the alluring curve of her breasts. While her clothes looked like something out of some fashion magazine, it was her eyes that got me right in the gut, making it damn near impossible to keep my cock in check.

Fuck. I would’ve thrown her over my shoulder and taken her straight to my bed if it hadn’t been for that doleful expression on her face. Before I even had a chance to say hello, she asked, “Why did you stop at the park?”

“What?”

“Why did you stop at the park?” she repeated. “Did you go there looking for Corry, or were you just driving by there?”

“I was driving by.”

“Okay...Did you just stop to say hello, or was there another reason you stopped?” I could almost feel the tension radiating off her as she asked, “Did you see Corry or his friends doing something they shouldn’t have been doing? Was he with people he shouldn’t have been with?”

“That’s something you need to discuss with Corry.”

“I’ve tried, but he’s not really telling me much. That’s why I’m here.” Her voice trembled, making the predicament she was putting me in that much harder. “I hoped you could tell me what happened.”

“This isn’t my story to tell, Frankie.”

“And why not? Corry is my son! If there’s something going on with him, I need to know about it.”

“Go with your instincts, Frankie. If you think something is up, then there’s more than likely a reason why.”