Page 75 of Gunner

Closing myself into my office, I pulled out my phone. Dialing a number, I waited impatiently for him to answer.

“What do you want?”

“Send me the login for the security app.”

“Why?”

“So I can fucking log in, why the hell do you think?”

Jesus Christ, just once I wanted these guys to do what they were fucking told without question.

“Why do you want to log in?”

“Nav, send me the fucking login.”

Disconnecting the call, I tossed my phone on my desk and sat back. A minute later, it buzzed with a text.

Opening my laptop, I pulled up the security feed for the clubhouse. Nav had taught us how to access it in the event he wasn’t available, but until now, I had no reason to bother with it.

I trusted him completely.

This wasn’t about trust. This was about my obsession with a dark-haired vixen who was surrounded by bikers all fucking day while I was at work.

Pulling up the feeds, I clicked through the multiple cameras until I found her. She was sitting in the main room at a table with Aspen and a couple of the club girls.

Had she eaten lunch?

Had she had enough water today?

Had she slept enough?

I tried zooming in, but it would only go so far. Nav needed to upgrade this shit.

With thirty minutes before my next appointment, I sat back in my chair to watch Haizley. She appeared to be getting along with the girls. Though, if there was one thing I noticed about my woman, she was good at putting on a show. Maybe that was her shrink training, but she easily convinced people she enjoyed every situation she was in.

Except with me.

With me she had a range of emotions. All of them being anger, snark, or sadness. I didn’t get to see the joy she showed everyone else. I wanted to see the joy.

Even if it was fake.

My eyes were glued to the screen when Jack’s brother Derek entered the clubhouse.

I understood Jack’s desire to know his blood. But Derek was a grade-A asshole. What he did to Sam was inexcusable. A man who put his hands on a woman wasn’t a man.

Derek walked to the bar and talked to the prospect before turning in the direction of the table Haizley and the girls sat at.He nodded to the prospect and then moved in the direction of my woman.

Haizley looked up when Derek approached, and she reached out to shake his hand. What the fuck was going on? Haizley stood and walked out of the room.

Followed by Derek.

I switched the feed to the hallway on the second floor. This floor housed the patched brothers that didn’t hold an officer role. It also had rooms where guests could stay.

I watched as Haizley and Derek walked to her room. She unlocked the door and the two of them disappeared through it.

I quickly clicked through every feed available but none of them showed me her room. Pulling my phone out, I called Nav.

“What now?” the grumpy fucker barked.

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