Page 15 of When Life Sucks!

“What’s wrong?”

“You know where I am, and I told you the last time we spoke about that business with Sacks…Well, it is a fact that the sweet girl I told you about, Alice, is the daughter of Yvonne. You know, the Yvonne you’ve been searching for. She has your eyes, and the birthmark on her neck. I think I found your daughter, Black. That’s who the photograph is that I sent to you.”

I know what’s coming, but I wait, and the scream, then the sounds of smashing, cursing and threats flow down through the phone. I take a seat at the end of the bed and wait.

Looking around the room, I notice it needs decorating. It’s jaded, and even the bed linen looks old and haggard. I like this clubhouse, but it needs attention, and I’m sure Jax will do more here than Bolt.

“I’m coming over, and will be there in around six hours.” I can’t stop the grin, because he has done exactly what I thought he would.

My next thing is finding and speaking with Yvonne. Walking out of the bedroom, I head to Teckie’s room, and opening the door, I watch him tapping on the keyboard while staring at the monitor on his desk. Well, one of a few monitors, I have to admit.

Without looking over his shoulder, Teckie asks, “What can I do for you, Beast?”

“I want the address for Alice’s mother, Yvonne.”

“Okay, one minute.”

That’s about all he takes, too. He writes on a scrap of paper and hands it to me, and all done with his eyes still on the monitor. “What are you watching?” I can’t help but ask.

“Well, before Sacks fucked up his relationship with Alice, she told me about an investment that was worth considering. I’ve been checking it out and decided to risk twenty big ones on it, and I’m waiting for it to peak before I pull it out. I’m about there. It’s slowed right down…and now.” Teckie clicks his mouse and turns to look at me with a huge grin on his face. “Alice just earned me eighty-five thousand dollars on this investment. I’m going to speak to her again and see if she knows of more.”

“Hm, might have to speak to her myself. Thanks for this.” I wave the scrap of paper and walk out of his office. In the common room, I wave to Wolf to follow me. He’s one of three enforcers we have and he’s been a damn good one, although only still young at thirty-two.

“Where are we going, Prez?” Wolf asks as soon as he is beside me.

“We’re going to see a woman about a dog, or in this case, child.”

“Oh, okay.”

His lack of questioning is one of the reasons I like Wolf so much. He is always happy to go along with whatever I’m doing, or wherever I’m going. He’d make a hell of a VP for a chapter, but I’m too selfish to let him go.

Jax is holding his meeting with the brothers at the moment, so it’s an ideal time for me to stay out of the way while he lays down all the new rules he has for the chapter.

Reaching Yvonne’s small house, I park my hog and walk up to the front door. The old lady in the garden next door gives me a smile, then checks me out. What the fuck! It’s good with a young woman, but when it’s one that’s old enough to be your mother, it’s disconcerting to say the least. But I make her day when I give her a wink. The color floods her cheeks, and she giggles as she bends down to continue weeding her small garden.

The door opens, and before Yvonne can slam it in my face, I push past her and enter.

“I don’t want to speak to you,” Yvonne snaps, but I don’t give a shit. I walk into her kitchen and take a seat. Turning and waiting for whatever she’s going to do or say. “I want you to leave.”

“Well, what you want doesn’t matter to me one jot. I want answers and I want them now.”

Turning to look out of the kitchen window, I watch her reflection in the glass as she closes her eyes and sighs. “I wanted my child to be mine. I didn’t want my child to grow up in a dirty hovel of a clubhouse, and that’s what it was back then. I don’t know what it’s like now, and I don’t care,” sighing again. “I said nothing when Alice started seeing Sacks. I allowed her to do what she felt was right, but look what happened. He did what he was told for the club. Now, I’ve lost my daughter because of the club. I didn’t even believe Alice when Melody’s mother told me the bullshit story, and I should have. My daughter's word should be more important than a friend.”

“You know Black is coming. He’ll want to see you, and he’ll want to meet his daughter. I’m going to be with him when he arrives, and I’ll take him over to see Alice. She’s going to know the truth, and I’m not sure you’ll survive all the lies you’ve told her. The one thing I know about Alice is that she likes the truth. I’m just more than happy she wasn’t ‘In love’, with Sacks, and the way she’s walked away proves that she wasn’t.”

“You’re all going to enjoy this, aren’t you? Making sure I lose my daughter,” Yvonne snaps.

As I start walking toward the front door, I stop and turn to look at her. “No, we didn’t have you lose your daughter. You did that all by yourself with all the lies you’ve told her. Things come back and bite you on the ass, and Yvonne, your ass is goin’ to get bitten.”

Slamming the door as I leave, Wolf stands from where he’d been perched on his hog. Giving me a chin lift to make sure things are good, I nod, then straddle my girl, and after slamming my brain bucket on, I get on the road back to the clubhouse.

Walking into the President's office, I close the door behind me. Looking around to make sure Jax is alone, I watch as he leans back in his seat and eyes me suspiciously.

Now, my son knows me better than anyone else, and although his mother made things difficult at first, I turned it around when I told her to stop with the shit or she’ll end up in an unmarked grave. She was a woman who wanted to be a club woman, with aspirations of becoming an old lady. Now, I had an old lady at the time who turned out to not be able to have kids as she had her tubes tied. Yeah, you guessed. I didn’t know that until later. So, I took my son in the end, once I found out she was leaving him in the house alone, hungry and scared out of his mind. Down two women, up one son, a win-win for me.

Taking a seat in front of his desk, I place the ankle of one leg on the knee of the other and lean back with my arms folded over my chest. That’s when I give him a thorough looking at. Will my idea work? Will he be up for it? We’ll soon find out.

“Okay, spit it out. What’s eatin’ at you?” Jax asks as he throws his pen on the desk, and gives me the eyebrow raised questioning look.

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