Prez slams down the gavel. “Don’t get too excited for now, boys. We’re sticking to the plan of Tracker going in. Tracker, make sure you keep your eyes open for any women, and anything else out of the ordinary.”
“Like what?” Tracker asks.
“Like Tess,” I state.
Trackers turns toward me. “She’s gone back to him?”
I don’t answer, and all eyes turn to me.
“She’s what? Who’s Tess gone back to?” Trigger asks, looking confused.
I sigh. “I guess you all should know. Tess is married to Viper.”
“No. Fuckin’. Way!” Gunner yells, getting up off his seat. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” Gunner wasn’t around when shit went down with Tess this afternoon, it was only a handful of the boys there, but they still don’t know why Tess and I had a fight, and why I asked her to get the fuck out. I guess now they know.
A lot of questions are thrown at me, and I hold my palms up to settle them down. “It is true, Tess is married to Viper, and her old man is the president of the Forseekers.”
“This is some fucked-up shit,” Rhyder says.
“You haven’t heard the half of it yet,” I mumble. I take a deep breath before I continue. “It seems that Tess’s real name is Teresa, and she grew up with an asshole of a dad, and then a crazy husband. Till this day I have no idea why she came into my life, but from what I’ve heard, she left LA to hide and get away from the club.” I stop for a minute and clear my throat. “Viper was violent toward Tess, and that’s all I’m willing to say for now. But, brothers, as much as she lied to me and you, and I know that was a shit thing to do, I also know that she must have been scared for her life to take the risk to run from Viper. So, brothers, I’m asking you for help. When I found out about her being married, well, I went mad and told her to get the fuck out. Jeff from Ink Me called to let me know that she’s gone back to Viper. She’s gone back to that maniac who’s been abusing her, mentally and physically.” My voice breaks at that last word.
“We’re in,” Tracker states loudly, pulling my focus to him.
“Me too,” Trigger pipes up.
“Me too.”
“Me too.”
I eye my brothers individually as they speak up, knowing they truly do always have my back, no matter what.
“We’re all in,” Prez announces. “She’s one of us, and we look after our own. Let’s get her back.”
The noise through the room is loud as fists are thumped on the table, and some of the guys are whistling, some calling out “Yeah!”
I smile at them all. “Thank you, boys. I will never forget this.”