Page 13 of Out for Blood

The fucker.

I pulled into the compound, tossing my helmet on the back of my bike and heading down the gravel path to the clubhouse. Club members, tradesmen and some of the prospects were constructing the buildings around us, rebuilding them to be a hub for everything Ghost Rebel MC. This compound was going to be epic, and I couldn’t wait to see it when it was all done up.

One place we could stay indefinitely and keep everyone safe, and on the grounds. It had been a dream of my grandfather’s when he founded the damn chapter all those years ago.

I moved through the front doors and located Hawk behind the bar, a look of unease on his face as he motioned to the booth by the other side of the wall. I turned to see two women sitting there, worry written all over their faces.

No…not women.

Girls.

“What the fuck?” I ground out. “How old are you?”

The redhead looked to the other one, before addressing me. “Sixteen, sir.”

Sir?

Fuck me.

“Get the fuck out of my clubhouse,” I growled at them.

“Ace,” Hawk came over to me, his concern real grave now. “I’ve called their dad.”

“Okay, good.”

“No, man,” he said. “Their dad is Neal Foley. The police chief in town.”

I groaned in frustration. A different type of frustration from before. This was just fucking perfect.

I looked back over at the girls, both of them cowering, and suddenly I felt a little bad for going off on them.

“Did you really call our dad?” the blonde one asked.

“Yeah, kid,” Hawk said. “What did you expect me to do?”

“Maybe, call our Mama.”

“Well, the problem with that, kid, is I don’t know who that is. I’ve seen you with your dad in town.”

The redhead stood up and a familiar feeling hit me, but I couldn’t place it. She looked at me with deep green eyes that immediately brought me back to my school years when I looked into similar green eyes, pleading with me not to tell the teacher she’d copied my test.

My chest fluttered just as the doors to the clubhouse slammed open and I saw an infuriated Sheridan standing there, her eyes briefly locked onto mine, an expression of want on her face, before she turned on the girls.

“What the fuck do you think you girls were doing?” she screamed at them.

“Mama, I’m sorry,” the blonde one proclaimed. “It was Ryleigh’s idea.”

“Bitch, no it wasn’t,” the redhead spat back. “It was Shauna!”

“I don’t give a fuck, get out of this clubhouse before I beat your asses silly.”

“Oh fuck,” I heard Hawk mutter behind me, but I couldn’t turn to see his ass laughing as I realized that Sheridan…my Sheridan…had teenage daughters, and they had just come to the clubhouse during the day.

The girls filed out of the clubhouse and I saw Sheridan turn to me, a look of apology on her face. Hawk cleared the men out, leaving just us.

“I’m sorry, Cooper, I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

“Or at all.”

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