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Hawk didn’t show any disappointment. It was like finding a needle in a haystack, but Keys insisted he would try. Instead, he lifted his chin and said, “I appreciate you trying. We got more eyes and ears on the street. Maybe add a few cameras at the businesses. If anyone is scoping us out, it’ll be easier to spot.”

“I have appointments the next few days. Me and Eagle can try to get folks to keep an ear out.” I had to figure out if I was going to make Daisy come with me or just ask her and hope she would. I didn’t expect anyone to chase her down, and I wasn’t sure how she felt about being cooped up in the room all day, either.

“Falcon? Hello?” Hawk said as he waved his hand in my face.

“Sorry, still haven’t caught up on sleep I guess.” Shit. The club came first no matter what. I had to get my mind right.

“Hey, man,” Eagle said as he pulled up a chair, flipping it around before he sat. “Busy night with your girl?”

“Maybe soon, but last night I passed the fuck out. What about her friend?” I asked, hoping it would get the subject of Daisy dropped.

Eagle tucked his brown hair behind his ears before he rested his elbows on the back of the chair. “They’ve had a rough go. We came down for a few after she got cleaned up and had a few drinks, but I let her sleep it off. She’s still up there. But she’s not fucking bad to look at.”

We all grunted in unison. We had a lot of pretty bunnies, but they’d been around a while. Fresh meat was always nice. Except Daisy wasn’t meat; not club ass. She was mine.

“I’m going to go check on Mama Hen. That woman is ferocious when she wants to be.” Bullshit. Mama Hen was fine and could hold her own. I needed to see Daisy.

My brothers all waved me off and I left the clubhouse. It was still slow and quiet since it was early in the day. Most of the bunnies and the guys were working their day jobs or sleeping off last night. It would pick up again later, and I’d definitely have to show my face since I skipped last night.

Daisy would also need to meet everyone. Better to get it out of the way if I planned to keep her here. At least until we knew shit was safe.

Chapter 17

Daisy

After Falcon “helped” me get to the house on the edge of the property, he was sent away by the sweet woman.

“This is a nice place,” I said as she waved me into the living room. It was a stark contrast to the bigger building. The house wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t tiny either. In fact, once inside, it seemed to have more space than it looked from the outside. I didn’t know much about architecture, but it had a wood-stained porch that spanned the width of the house, with a grey paint job and white shutters. It was two stories, and I noticed a door slightly open at the end of the hall that had stairs going down, so it also must have a basement.

The woman, who was probably in her late forties or early fifties, motioned for me to sit on a plush, dark brown sofa that sat opposite a matching love seat. There was a soft, brown leather recliner next to that, and plain but not ugly side tables made of dark wood. There were soft fuzzy blankets of different bright colors folded over the couches and the walls were decorated with what looked like family pictures–some with a bunch of bikers.

“You like sweet tea or something else? I don’t drink much besides coffee, tea, and water, but Penny keeps some other stuff in there,” Mama Hen said as she stood.

I didn’t want to put her out, but I was desperately thirsty. “Some water would be great, please.”

She smiled and shuffled into the other room. When I heard ice, I figured that was the kitchen. I glanced around as I waited, nervously rubbing my hands over my thighs.

“Here you go, hon,” she said as she passed me a glass of water. She plopped down on the love seat across from me and smiled. Her face was warm and inviting. Everything about her seemed safe and comfortable. “So, Falcon tells me your name is Daisy. I’m Cindy but the boys call me Mama Hen. You can call me whatever you like. Hell, I’ve been called some other names from time to time by some of the bunnies.” She let out a full belly laugh and the more she spoke, the more tension melted from my muscles.

“I think Mama Hen suits you. So, what did you want to talk about?” I asked, feeling unsure of myself.

She leaned back into the soft cushion and sighed. “Well, I know you had a strange couple of days and I wanted, well we all wanted, to let you know you’re welcome here. But just so we know what kinda shit Falcon got us into, maybe you can tell me a bit about what all happened.”

I raised a brow. “You say that like he’s a troublemaker.” Was he? Did he impulsively steal women and bring them back here?

She gave another hearty laugh. “My Falcon? No. He’s normally preventing trouble. He’s got a sixth sense about him that way. And he’s calm and calculated. So, I was shocked to hear you and your friend ended up here after a brawl over you. You must have made quite the impression.” Her soft blue eyes seemed to sparkle.

“I don’t really understand it.” That wasn’t a lie. “He was at the club a few weeks or so ago and that was the only time I saw him until the night before last.”

“I hope I’m not being too forward, hon, but he mentioned something about sex trafficking. He was worried and went to warn you. Then all hell broke loose.”

My mouth dropped open. My mind was racing, trying to process what she said. I finally licked my lips and blew out a breath I must have been holding. “Warn me? Why?”

“Like I said, you made an impression.” Her smile softened into something else. Still kind and gentle, but more serious. “Falcon’s all about the club. I won’t lie and say he’s never had some ass, but he doesn’t usually think twice about ‘em. And he’s never had anyone on that bike.”

I had a lot of questions about what all of that meant, but I didn’t want to push my luck. “Well, I appreciate what he did. And I suppose with everything that happened, I’d have to ride with him or stay behind.”

Mama Hen gave a mischievous smile. “You don’t know much about this life do you, hon?”

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