Page 36 of Her Biker Daddy

Crypto has spent the last day and a half trying to get into private cameras to find anything concrete, but I already know who has her. It’s just where he’s keeping her that I’m uncertain of.

“I get it, man,” Stealth says holding up a hand to keep me from blasting them for the nothingness that we have, “she’s your woman and she’s missing. I’d be wound up just as tight, especially if I knew who was responsible for it, but if you go off half-cocked storming the mayoral residence and she’s not there…you’re going to have to guns coming at you from all directions.”

“It’s a good sign that she hasn’t been found yet,” Law adds making my brow rise at that statement.

“I think Law means it’s a good sign that she hasn’t been found by some random party yet,” Spawn says, backing me up a bit more from the other man. “It means she’s not dead. They would want her found before the court case is settled because if she’s dead, it should go away.”

“Which Everly would know,” Law states. “After getting to know your girl this past month, going over everything law related on it with her, she must have found a way to hold them off.”

“How?” I growl pacing the space wanting to pull my hair out because my girl isn’t in my arms. She isn’t safe under my roof, and I swear, I’ll kill the bastard if he touches one hair on her head. I’ll kill the entire damn police force and the city council and the judges and whoever the hell else I have to in order to get her back, get our baby she’s growing back.

“However, she thinks will works best. I’d wager good money that she threatened them with the language of the grandparents’ will. She’d know if she simply promised to sign over the company, that it wouldn’t ensure her safety once that paper’s handed over. But she’s learned that in law, it’s all in the way it’s written. The will says the company is to go to Adam Jackson’s eldest blood child.”

“Which would be Paul if they kill Everly,” I snap back at Law.

“No, it wouldn’t,” he says with a half-smile sending my brow upwards once more. “Everly will always be the eldest blood child because the will does not specify that the eldest child has to be living at the time of inheritance. In the same manner that her mother’s estate is suing for the child support to get the DNA results, Everly’s estate could sue for the inheritance. Which yes, doesn’t negate that they could kill her and attempt to fight it, claiming it’s implied to mean living child, but we could still wrap them up in court for a long time fighting over it, and they’d know it.”

“I still don’t see how that keeps her safe,” I grumble.

“I do,” Cash says. “If Everly had a will herself, leaving her estate which could include the company to someone else, especially someone she’s involved with that has a large pile of cash to continue the fight in the courts…”

“It could put us right back on even footing. We would have claim based on Everly being his oldest child and it should be given to her estate, while they’d just claim the eldest living child should get it,” I state.

“Exactly, and since law is left up to interpretation, it’s a fifty-fifty shot. We have the upper hand though based on the fact the twins aren’t even seventeen yet which means they’re not even legally eligible to inherit, whereas Everly is and we’ve already filed an appeal on the initial court ruling of insufficient evidence to her claim, citing the child support case’s pending DNA results as grounds to reopen the claim. They cannot deny the appeal until the child support case is complete,” Law offers and that calms the worst of the raging beast, but the nagging is still pounding at the door.

“Alright, but even if she did threaten them with it, how does that keep her alive longer?” I ask, dreading the response.

“Because if they really are worried that she has a will that leaves everything to you, the only way to block it, would be to have a new will supersede it. She’s signed enough forms for me to have to file whatever we need, and we could easily add the signature page to a forged will and I’m sure she knows that. So, they would have to get someone in to draw up a will of their own and have her sign it. That would take time to get all of the background information to align properly so it would seem like it came from her,” Law states. “We have her real signature. They would have to force one out of her or have someone forge it, which we could then question, claim it to be a forgery which would mean our will would stand.”

“Alright, but how does that get us any closer to finding where they have her before they do something to her?” I ask the group.

“Unfortunately, it doesn’t, brother. I’m sorry,” Meyer says shaking his head. “Unless we can get our hands on the mayor and beat it out of him, our only option is to keep boots out on the ground looing in every nook and cranny to figure out where they’ve stashed her.”

“And the mayor hasn’t been seen since the bomb threat. They claimed he was in meetings all day, but no one knows where,” Crypto adds. “He’s not using his city issued cell phone, and his personal one appears to be turned off.”

“Is there anyone else that might know that we could grab up?” the Keeper’s Rambo asks, and I run my hand down my face knowing there’s only one person he’s likely to turn to for this.

“Not anyone that’d be easy to get,” Spawn says, and I nod in agreement.

“We can get to anyone,” the Keeper’s Knuckles replies with a chuckle.

“In this case, it’s the chief of police,” I state, and Law gives a little nod at their surprised expressions. “Taking him out would be easy, snatching him up, not so much. He’s never alone and in town, it’d be way too noticeable, and getting him out of town…regrettably, he’s not that stupid.”

“Actually, I might have a way to get him out of town. The only catch is, he’s not likely to be alone,” Cash says, pulling all eyes his way and I give him a hard stare that has him wincing a hint. “When Everly and I started talking, getting to know each other, she let something slip to me about the chief of police she’s been sitting on for about five years.”

“What? Why wouldn’t she tell me about it?” I question, my neck tightening as I try to remain still and not lunge at him for knowing anything about my girl I don’t.

“She didn’t tell me about it to have something done with the information, more to warn me to be careful, at least at first,” Cash says, and that doesn’t make me any happier to hear.

“Why would she warnyouto be careful and no one else?” Law asks him, his frown similar to mine but I know it’s coming from a different place than mine towards him.

“Because other than Toombs who doesn’t use anything electronic and Pinky who only hooks up with guys from the city, I’m the only other one around the club that’s gay,” Cash answers, but it only brings me more question until Cash turns his laptop around and shows us missing photos of six young men. “All of these guys went missing after mentioning to friends or family that they were going to go out on a date with someone they met online. When they never came home, their families and the police tried to track down the messages, but they were all erased. Vanished into thin air other than a couple of them who’d screenshotted parts of the conversation and messaged them to friends, talking about it. Both of them were talking to someone with the same screenname. Of course, it stopped being used when the missing person’s report on the second of them came out asking anyone that knew of the online handle to come forward to the police.”

“You think Thatcher is involved with this…or Everly does?” I ask.

“She knows he is. When her bitch of a half-sister took that photo and sent to out to everyone, Everly got in trouble for it. They claimed she told them to take it, which is complete bullshit. She was fourteen for god’s sake,” Cash fumes, and I completely agree with his rage over the incident. “The school called the police, and they took her into the station. Tried to get them to charge her with lewd indecency or some bullshit. The ADA wouldn’t allow them to put her in a cell because it was shown that she was never in possession of the photo, so they couldn’t claim she was the one trying to distribute child sexual abuse materials. While the arguments were going on though, Everly was in the chief’s office, and she did what a lot of fourteen year olds would do.”

“She snooped through his shit,” Law says and Cash nods.

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