Page 17 of Creed

I grab the remote off the bar and switch the channel.

Minutes later, I receive an email that a new deposit is available in my account. A bonus for a job well done, no doubt. Good. I’m going to need it to pay for the construction of my place. The guy I hired is good, but he’s not cheap. This is going to cost me a whack.

Getting to take Lottie there when I win her back will be worth any price.

Speaking of Lottie, I’m interested in knowing who this Cade bastard is that she was dating.

It hits me that I know nothing about her now. Not where she works or what she does for a living. No clue where she even lives. However, I know what she drives.

With a little poking around, I’ll have her address and place of employment within an hour. Then I’ll figure out who this Cade fuck is.

I head to my room here at the clubhouse and fire up my laptop. I type in her name when I receive an email notification with the subject line: your stepsister is in trouble. Which only means one thing. I’ve got another job to do. It’s a stupid code I chose off the list of options.

I’ve barely reconnected with Lottie and already I’ve gotta ride out. I don’t want to, but the money is too good to pass up.

I grab my backpack from my closet and shove some clean clothes inside and my burner phone. My latest piece with the serial number etched off goes between my shirts. I’ll stop at Wyatt’s to gas up and grab a few snacks for my trip. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone. Won’t know the job until Merc gives me my orders. He owns the Velvet Rooster. A shithole bar in the middle of nowhere is his cover. Old fuck has his fingers in several pies. He can make anyone disappear. Hell, I’ve seen him bring gangsters back from the dead and turn them into bikers. Men like Ghost who was once in line to be a Capo. Now, years after his supposed death, he’s the Prez of Black Rebel Riders’ MC Chicago chapter. Married him, a pretty little princessnamed Adeline. Last I heard, she’s pregnant. And good for him. After the shit that happened to him. His pregnant bride to be and his father were gunned down on the church steps on his wedding day. If anyone deserves something good, it is that man.

It gives me hope that I’ll get another chance with Lottie. Fuck. I’m not leaving it to chance. I’m not giving her a choice this time around.

I go in search of Prez to let him know I’m hitting the road.

“I’ve got a meeting.”

“So soon?” His eyes crinkle around the edges, showing a hint of concern.

I don’t normally do back-to-back jobs, but it’s also not unusual in this business.

“Unfortunately.”

I find Zero, one of the prospects. “Do me a solid. Look up an old friend of mine and send me everything you can find on her. Lottie Rae Pierce. Write that shit down and send it to me while I’m on the road.”

“I’m on it.”

I would ask Country to look after her, but hell, he’d probably sweep her off her feet. If anyone could take her from me, it’d be that bastard and his monster dick.

“Thanks, man.

“Check in when you can,” Prez calls out after me.

I catch Ghoul in the parking lot, about to take Tonya home.

“Where can I find your friend?”

“Lottie?”

I run a hand over my hair. “Yeah.”

I watch as Lottie struts toward me in her tight black pants, her ponytail swinging in time with the sway of her hips. She’s mesmerizing and hypnotizing every motherfucker in the joint and doesn’t even know it.

No wonder I had to wait twenty minutes for a table to free up in her section. Every man in here is staring at her ass. Who can blame them? She’s got a damn fine ass.

“Hey, hellcat?” I flash a grin at her, and she scowls.

“What are you doing here?”

“A man needs to eat.”

“There are other restaurants you can go to.”

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