Page 35 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

And this shit was important. Legwork on trying to figure out more about this ‘Chief.’ No man was as clean as he appeared to be. Even cops had outstanding bills. Not this fucking guy.

Wasn’t right.

Just his employment. Never written up. Never a mark on his record. Nothing. No one was that perfect. He had to have things scrubbed from his life to come off clean.

Micah was following behind in his media wagon in hopes of getting some shred of usable information on this trip. He was on serious edge when it came to Chief Thompson since he’d found nothing. Nothing wasn’t an option for him nor myself.

Only connection to the governor he found was serving together. That was it. Not a single record of them being friends. Zero footprint, which didn’t make sense.

Then how the fuck did they get back in contact? Or had they always been in contact just on the down low? Fuck, something was fucked up. Take that back, a lot was fucked up. Even “normal” everyday people had an email or some kind of digital footprint. That pointed to shit being hardcore hidden. To have that kind of power didn’t bode well to Ravage. Which was why we were driving. We needed information.

Even the governor wasn’t as clean as this Chief.

Micah had had a fucked up time getting into that laptop with the amount of blocks it had on it.

Really, the only thing we had to go on was his prior employment five hours away in Gulf Shores Alabama, which we were driving into.

The sun beat down as we pulled into a lot off to the side of the beach, where four men were waiting for us.

We parked and got off our bikes, and Cruz was the first to greet his son, Crow, the President of the Rebellion chapter of the Ravage MC.

It was hard to believe that Cruz didn’t know Crow existed for so long as his son. They were so much alike. Since I watched everything and everyone, I noticed. Hell, they didn’t even see it.

The walk. They each had the same swagger. The hair. While Crow’s was a bit lighter, when each of them were frustrated, they’d run their fingers through their hair and pull hard, then release it. Exact same motion.

Small shit. But shit I noticed nonetheless.

“Hey, boy. Thanks for meetin’ us,” Cruz told him after hugging and slapping Crow’s back twice. He then stepped back a bit, both with smiles on their faces.

“Yeah, anything for you, old man.”

Cruz’s fists clenched. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch. Just jokin’,” Crow said quickly, which was good. No way we wanted a father and son to fight, but worse—two presidents, with Cruz having the edge of power.

“Call me old again, and your balls will be in my hand,” Cruz fired back.

“You know Ry and I are tryin’ for a baby. Wouldn’t want to fuck that up, would you?”

Cruz ran his hand through his hair and let his arm fall to his side. “I’m already a grandpa, asshole. Surprised you haven’t already put a baby in her belly.”

“Give it time…”

“You mean you can’t get her knocked-up? You got slow swimmers?” Cooper razzed his brother, by blood and cut, moving up to him and giving him a hug and back slap.

“My swimmers are just fine, fucker,” Crow said, pushing back. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.”

“Guess that means you have somethin’ for us,” Rhys said, coming up from the back. I was sure he did it on purpose, prowling and making his entrance. Crow and Rhys had this complicated relationship.

Rhys was not a man to fuck with. Add his daughter, who was now warming Crow’s bed, he was hell on wheels.

They’d worked their shit out for the most part, but there was still a warning every single day that if Crow hurt his daughter, president or not, he’d be dead.

“Dad!” Crow yelled, throwing his arms open and moving to Rhys.

Both Cruz and Cooper burst out laughing.

“I ain’t your daddy. Call me that again, and I’ll make sure that dick never touches my daughter again.”

“Damn, man. Both your daddies are here!” Ryker, who was Austyn’s man and Austyn was Cruz’s kid which made them in-laws or something, said. Everything was getting more intertwined it seemed. He didn’t ride this trip because he rode in Micah’s beast.

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