Biker's Baby Girl

When we were finally alone for two minutes I took her for a stroll around the property. It felt like we hadn’t had a moment to ourselves since we got here.

The shit was playing heavy on my mind and it was on the tip of my tongue to ask her some things, but I kept pulling myself back. I wasn’t about to ask her anything that would tip her off to what the fuck was going on.

Brand, one of Law’s boys, had promised to talk to his woman and see if she knew anything, if maybe she saw something that she hadn’t realized or some shit while she was living with her grandfather the racist before he rescued her.

“How’re you doing baby, you having a nice visit with the girls?” I think it was the first time she’d ever had this much time with friends if the stories she’d told me were accurate.

She perked right the fuck up and went into a spiel about all the shit they had planned for the future. I wonder if Law and his crew knew that their women sat around all day planning out their lives for them?

When she got to blushing and biting into her lip I figured she was remembering some other nasty shit they’d introduced her to, like some of the shit she had me doing the night before. Damn!

They were too many warm bodies moving around to fuck, definitely later, but for now I pulled her into me for a much-needed kiss.

“Yo Creed.” I picked my head up to see Lyon, Travis and Tyler heading our way. Oh fuck, this can’t be good. I looked around for Logan and the others but everyone seemed to be really taking their break.

“Go back to the others baby, if they’re busy head to the guesthouse and stay there until I come get you.” I patted her ass and sent her on her way.

“What are we doing?” there was no point in pretending this wasn’t about the four of us going off on our own, I could see it written all over their faces.

“Travis just heard from his old man, the book, that’s old school. I’m thinking this Stockton guy kept that shit as a souvenir. They’ve upped their game, now there’s a whole database of potential targets. We’ll work our way through that in time. Right now we need to get our hands on this fuck and make him talk. I wanna know who the fuck set them on my kid and who the fuck was her potential buyer.”

“Ty? Lo know you doing this?”

“Nope.” Shit, he’d already zoned so there was no use in even trying to talk him down, not that I really wanted to.

“So how do we plan to do this?” They let me in on their plan to slip away unnoticed as soon as it was dark enough. Lyon had got hold of a rough map of the hills from somewhere and Ty said he would handle some kind of explosive.

For the rest of the evening we went back to the grindstone only this time with the new info from Travis’ old man. Halfway through that shit there was a fucking roar that had each of us going on alert.

Cord, one of the SEALs was being held back my Devon and Quinn, two of his SEAL brothers. “What is it?” Logan their leader got into the fray as the rest of their crew gathered around them.

They were all looking at the screen before Cord broke away and headed for the door at a dead run. On the screen was the girl they’d brought along with them earlier, the one with the brother.

“Damn, she his?” I looked at Ty for an answer. “Yep.” Shit, there wasn’t gonna be enough of that old boy to go around. Ty and I exchanged a look over the others’ heads before going back to work.

There were fucking thousands of girls there. I tried not to let it fuck with me when I saw an updated picture of my wife on the screen, but I wasn’t too sure Lyon was fairing so well when he saw his daughter scroll by.

So far we still only had the three players, the Fox, Stockton, and the family that Lyon had tussled with. But if this shit went back as far as it did, the Fox wasn’t the one who started it, that shit didn’t make any sense.

Dig as we might we weren’t finding anything that would tell us who. Which told me that they were well insulated whoever they were. That meant money and power.

The four of us never spoke on what we had planned after we’d left the yard. It was just a given between us that when the time was right we’d make our move.

Cord had gone on a tear ever since he’d seen his woman’s face and was making sure the place was secure SEAL style, which meant it might take some doing to get off the property but I had no doubts it could be done.