Page 11 of Vetting the Biker

Robert: You will regret this!

“Oh, my god. I need to call the police and then Ed. No, I need to call Ed first and find out what he wants me to do,” I mutter to myself as I dial Ed’s number.

“Hello Jenna, how can I help you?”

“Hi Ed, I am so sorry to bother you, but Robert keeps texting me.” I give him a quick rundown about them.

“Can you send screenshots of your messages?”

“Yes, I can do that once we get off the phone, but do I call the cops to file a report?”

“No. Wait for me to see the messages, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll wait for your call.”

“Okay, Jenna. Be safe and be aware of your surroundings.”

Then he ends the call. Rereading the messages from Robert and sending the screenshots to Ed has me scared not for myself but for Wesley. I hope he can help, and Wesley is okay. I’m thankful he comes home tomorrow; I just need to have my eyes on him. I hear my phone go off again and jump. Grasping my heart, I’m terrified to look but do it anyway.

Chase: Hey I may be a nerd, but I am one damn fine one! Ha.

I smile at his horrible attempt at being funny, but he’s right. I type and erase about a dozen messages because I know I just want to tell Chase. One night Chase and I spent about three hours on the phone talking about our exes. He knows the hell I went through with Robert.

Chase: Are you okay? I hope you didn’t die laughing.

Me: I’m having an internal battle.

Chase: Anything I can help with?

Me: My ex texted me some horrible messages today, and I’m panicking because Wesley doesn’t come home until tomorrow.

Chase: Where are you?

Me: At home

Chase: See you in ten minutes.

Me: You don’t have to.

Me: Thank you.

I told myself I was stronger than I was when I was married to Robert. I didn’t need a man, but the thought of Chase being here brought me some peace.

At almost ten minutes on the dot, I hear the rumble of several bikes, and head out to the front to see what’s going on. As I step outside, I’m surprised to see Chief. As he dismounts, I see the vest he has on says PRESIDENT. How did I miss this minor part?

“I can hear your wheels turning, Doc.” Chief’s deep laugh booms.

“Well, it’s not every day you get the president to stop by.” Now it’s my turn to laugh, and to add to it, I curtsey. This causes even more laughter from the guys.

“I received a phone call from a friend. I’m waiting for someone to get here.” Chief dismounts from his bike. “Ask any question you want. I’m an open book.”

“Do you sell drugs? Run guns?” My mind is going a bunch of different ways. He shakes his head, laughing at me but indulges me. “But most importantly, when can I go for a ride?” He winks at me like he has a secret he can’t tell me about. As if right on cue, a familiar truck pulls in. Chase gets out of the truck, takes off his black suit jacket, and rolls up his sleeves. I lick my lips as I watch him. He’s loosening his red tie while he walks over to us.

“Hey, Battle. Thanks for coming right away.” Chase nods at Chief and I stare at him, confused. He pulls me into his arms, and I instantly allow his arms to give me strength before he lets me go to talk to the Chief.

“Mouth. I take it you didn’t tell Doc here about your association with me?” Chief doesn’t seem to be offended. I bite my bottom lip, wondering how I didn’t realize the man I’ve been seeing the last couple of weeks could be a part of a motorcycle club.

“No, we’ve been getting to know each other and spending time with Mallory but I guess we have a lot to talk about, huh? I’m the Vice President of The Wild Jesters. Now, where’s your phone?” I hand it over to him without batting an eye. I pull up the conversation with Robert. As he reads all the messages past and present, you can tell he’s getting mad. “Is this because of me?” Chase blinks at me while rubbing his forehead.

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