Page 20 of A Biker's Tiny Present

“What a fuckin’ ninnyhammer.” The room goes quiet as all eyes swivel to look at me. “What? Gran used to call anyone who was a moron a ninnyhammer. Can’t help that it stuck.”

Everyone’s shoulders are bouncing as they try to hold in their laughter. My Brothers know it’s in their best interests not to say anything inappropriate or jokingly about my Gran. She may be gone, but she was my absolute favorite person in the whole damn world and I won’t take any shit about her from anyone.

“Anyway,” Torch’s voice draws everyone’s attention back to the phone, “What kind of trouble is he causin’ there?”

“Tiny just found out he’s got a kid, but now the mom is missing and we found out she was working for Leo or Franco or whoever the hell he is. We need to find him to hopefully find her.” Cypher is talking and typing at the same time. If I could multi-task even at a quarter of his speed, my workdays would be so much shorter. “But based on everything I’m finding about his past, we’re liking him less and less.”

“I wish I had more for you guys, but he was just a blip of inconvenience so we haven’t given him another thought once he was gone.”

“It’s alright, Torch. We appreciate the help,” Whiskey replies.

“I’ll give you a holler if he pops up around here again.”

“Hopefully he’ll be ashes before that happens,” I add. “But thanks.”

“Later.” And the line goes dead.

“Well, that was a bust.” I rub my hands down my face, frustrated as all fucking hell and taking it out on my beard.

Whiskey slides his phone into the inside chest pocket of his cut, then leans back in his chair, hands folded behind his head. “You got a current address on the fucker?”

Cypher clicks a few more keys then turns his laptop around once more. There is a map of the surrounding counties with two red dots. “Both the strip club and the home address attached to his alias are not quite thirty minutes north of here.”

“It’ll probably be best to send out two crews to check both places at once,” Steel suggests.

“We’ve got Church in fifteen,” Whiskey notes, looking at the clock on the wall above my head. “I doubt we’ll have any objections once we share all this with the other Brothers, but we need to fill everyone in regardless.”

“One more thing before we head out there.” I hold up a hand as we all stand. “I know it’s all kinds of complicated, and I’ve barelyknown her for twenty-four hours, but I’m gonna be claimin’ Riley as my Old Lady.”

“Well I would certainly fuckin’ hope so,” Ring says as he claps me on the shoulder. “One look at the two of you eye-fuckin’ each other when you walked in the clubhouse, a man on the moon would’ve known how you felt about her.”

“Fuck you, asshole.” I slap him back, hard. “Say that in front of my lady and next thing you know, you’ll be neighbors with that man on the moon.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

TINY

“We’ll be back soon.” I drop a kiss on Nicky’s head, then another on my Vixen’s lips. “Duchess showed you my room, right?”

“Yea,” her voice is sad and I hate having to leave her. “She had one of the Prospects bring a crib upstairs for Nicky to use while we’re here.”

“I know we didn’t plan on stayin’ the night, but don’t wait up for me if you get too tired. I don’t know how late we’ll be out, so my room is your room. Okay?”

“I’ll miss you,” she whispers like she’s afraid the other people in the room will judge her for her perceived weakness.

It’s the exact opposite. Looking around the main room, I see several couples paired off and saying their ‘see ya laters’.

I’ve never left for a club run and had someone waiting for me to return. It’s a heavy feeling knowing this may be the last time you see each other, but club life isn’t rainbows and puppies and unicorns . . . it’s death and destruction and knocking anyone out of the way if they cross our path.

“Good.” Pulling her in for one more hug, I whisper in her ear something only meant for her. “I’ll crawl in next to you as soon as I can. Keep our bed warm for me. Okay?”

She replies with a nod against my chest. “Be safe.”

Once Church started and Whiskey filled everyone in on about what’s been happening, we had a unanimous vote of yays to ride out and find the bastard we suspect is responsible for Taylor’s disappearance. Even if he hasn’t taken her, which based on the shit Cypher keeps digging up on his record, I would bet every penny I have that he did. There’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that he’s the reason she’s missing.

Hammer split us into four groups–two Brothers will head to Vixen’s house just in case Taylor reappears there, another team is staying at the clubhouse to keep watch over the Old Ladies and kids, the third will go and search Leo’s house, then myself and seven of my Brothers will head for the strip club where Taylor worked.

Due to snow in the forecast for later tonight, those of us who brave riding our Harleys year round keep them parked and load up in a few trucks. Divide and conquer is the saying, and we ride out just before one in the afternoon.

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