Page 8 of Arrow: Riding Rebels MC

“Can I have my baby now?”

“No. Do you want to make your plate or have Izzy make it? Hopefully, by the time you finish eating, you’ll be ready to talk. Before you decide on what you’re about to do, tell me your name…”

Her eyes moved back and forth between me and the table.

“Charlie. Uhm, Charlie Brown.”

We both knew that was a lie, but I let her live.

What I really wanted to know, she wasn’t giving up, so I would take what I could get for now. The baby moved against my chest, and I ran my large hand over his and snuggled his neck. Whatever Charlie needed to see must have been conveyed because she finally got up and followed Izzy into the kitchen.

The clubhouse was filling up with bodies, and I knew that soon, my mystery woman would be known by the whole club.

“Aw, Lord. Who baby you done stole?” my older brother, Hendrix, better known as Boss, asked.

“Don’t worry about it. Just say what’s up to your nephew.”

Boss scoffed and hit me in the shoulder, then took the baby from me.

“What’s his name?”

Boss sat in the seat Charlie vacated and looked down at the baby.

Charlie and Izzy returned, and I noticed the moment Boss caught sight of Charlie. His head whipped in my direction, and I nodded. With my eyes, I communicated that I was working on it. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t say anything about the obvious, and neither would the other guys.

She was safe here with us, but her silence would only last for so long.

“What’s up, gorgeous? I’m Hendrix, but everybody around here calls me Boss.”

Charlie had taken a sip of her pop and started to choke.

“You okay?” I asked, trying my hardest to sit on my hands and not rush across the table.

“Uh-huh.” She cleared her throat. “It’s just that my son’s name is Hendrix, so hearing it caught me off guard. I hadn’t heard it before my father-in-law suggested it.”

Boss and I looked at each other again, but neither of us spoke.

She had dropped a piece of information that would be enough for Tech to find out exactly who she was. Finding out her true identity would lead to her husband, and that was what I needed. More club members and their women floated into the clubhouse, and Charlie relaxed slightly, but not a lot. Boss had given me the baby when his old lady, Flora, walked through the door. Charlie kept her eyes on me and her son, but she didn’t make a fuss about me holding him.

He got fussy, so I let her take him to feed him and put him down.

“You’re putting her out tonight, right? We don’t know her, and it’s probably not a good idea for her to stay. If she got people beating on her, she probably ain’t no good.” Izzy laughed.

Boss, Buck, and I turned around and looked at her like she’d lost her mind.

“What?” I barked as I pushed away from the table.

She jumped and placed a hand over her heart.

“Oh, I was just saying that it’s time for Charlie to go.” She gulped. “We don’t need the problems that are probably following her.”

Izzy’s role in the Riding Rebels was a wet ass and cook.

Honestly, the only reason she felt comfortable enough to say the words she just did was because of who her father was. I didn’t care though. She knew that I didn’t fuck with her, so there was no reason for her to be in my face trying to hold a conversation.

I didn’t reply because I knew if I did, her father and I would have an issue.

“Izzy, don’t you have something else you can be doin’? Instead of worrying about what’s going on with her, worry about the fact that the kitchen is dirty.”

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