Chapter 36
Hyde
I arrived at the clubhouse around nine that morning. King exited his office as I walked towards it. “Wasn’t sure when you’d get in today,” he said.
After we’d taken care of Gibson’s body yesterday, I’d come back to the clubhouse and gone over some club business with him that couldn’t be put off, but he’d left me alone all night once I’d made it clear I didn’t want company.
“You let Monroe in last night?”
“Yeah, she called Nitro and asked him to organise it with me.”
I nodded. King and I rarely exchanged thanks, but we knew when the other offered it.
“Where are you at with your ex and your daughter?”
“I’ve organised a paternity test. We’ll have the results in five to ten days according to their website. Far as
I know, Tenille’s gonna stick around in Sydney until they come back.”
“You think she’s yours?”
“I’m running with that thought, yeah.” The alternative had been too fucking painful, so I’d pushed it out of my mind.
Nitro joined us. Looking at King, he asked, “You heard from Kick? They had that baby yet?”
King grinned. “Yeah, had her this morning around five.”
“You got a name? Tatum’s gonna hound me until I give her one.”
“Jesus, Nitro, I never asked, he never said,” King muttered. “That woman has you fucking wound around her finger.”
Nitro shot him a filthy glare, but Devil interrupted us before he could respond.
“Spoke to Bronze this morning. He wanted me to let you know that he still doesn’t have anything on Ryland.”
“Why haven’t we heard even a whisper from the fucking feds?” I asked. As far as Bronze had led us to believe, that would have been a given after we dealt with the Italians.
“Yeah, that’s been on my mind, too,” King said.
“We need to keep moving,” I said. “Get Marx out there again to keep showing us all the places where he met with those assholes. It’s only a matter of time before Ryland shows his face again, so the more we can get done before then, the better.” Devil and Nitro had taken Marx out for a few hours yesterday, but hadn’t come up with much.
King nodded his agreement. Jerking his chin at me, he said, “You and Nitro take him out. I’ve gotta take Jen to her ultrasound this morning.”
It surprised me that he was so involved in her pregnancy. But that was King—doing shit you never expected from him.
I entered my home late that afternoon after a long fucking day of club work that yielded no results. Morale in the club was dropping with each passing day that we couldn’t figure out who the fuck was behind all the shit going on.
I dumped my keys and phone on the kitchen counter and went in search of Charlie. Finding her in the lounge room, I collapsed onto the couch next to her.
“You look like shit,” she said.
I glanced her way, doing a double take when I saw her hair. “You coloured your hair?”
She touched it. “Yeah. Do you like it?”
I knew I had to tread carefully with this. Females were fucking touchy about their hair. “It’s different.”
Her eyes widened. “Different?”