Page 69 of Biker Daddy

His father laughed humorlessly. “You went to jail because you just had to be a fucking hero.” The phone went silent and Drew squeezed it in his fist so tightly he thought it might break into pieces.

He tossed his coffee cup into the garbage and got on his bike. No matter how much he didn’t want to be like the Grinders, he was heading there. Violence was the only thing his father understood.

First he needed to hide Addi somewhere just in case they figured out they’d fucked up and taken the wrong woman. But before he could tuck away his phone and ride back to her, it rang again.

“What?”

“Fitzie? You gotta help us.” It was Layla. There was a thump over the line and a whimper. “Save Brent! And tell Trevor he’s the father.”

“Enough, bitch.” Another scuffle and a slap. “Reaper, I gotta say your snub hurt.”

“Mauler.”

“We’ll be at the clubhouse in a few hours. You’ve got till noon tomorrow.” There was a scuffle and a scream in the background. “I really hope you choose the kid, though. This bitch is pissing me off.”

The phone went silent and Drew’s mouth dried. There wasn’t time. Looking up the number for Fell County Police, he shook his head. Carter may not be his favorite person, but he would protect Addi.

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