Page 78 of Tusk's Fury

Siege and Rigs edge up on either side of me. “What exactly is going on here?”

I put my arm around Queenie and tell them, “This is Brittany’s grandma, the one who ran away.”

Siege is still extremely suspicious, but I say, “We should invite them into the clubhouse for drinks.”

“Except, they’re the enemy, remember? Their club is giving cover to the man who stole your old lady.”

Rock snorts a laugh. “Naw, dog. That’s not what’s happenin’.”

Queenie nods. “Her uncle is lookin’ out for her there. We’re here to come up with a game plan for resolving this situation once and for all, preferably without bloodshed.”

Siege takes a step back. “Tusk is right, we should have a sit-down. Since you’re clearly Brittany’s people, you’re welcome.”

I know that Siege is taking a chance by inviting one-percenters into our clubhouse, but I also know there is something to be gained by being on good terms with one of the biggest and meanest clubs in California. Siege is a shrewd and calculating leader, and it has never been more evident than at this moment.

Evan and Levi quickly push some tables together in the middle of the room, and the leaders of both clubs sit together. The older prospects begin bringing beers and shot glasses, putting several bottles of our top-shelf whiskey at various intervals down the long table. Evan and Levi hustle off to throw meat on the grill.

After everyone has a drink in hand, Queenie turns to me. “Tell me all about my granddaughter and how you got together.”

I scratch my head and try to think about how to begin the Brittany story.

Siege speaks up. “Brittany came to us on a stormy night about six years back. She was apparently hitchhiking and stumbled across our clubhouse while looking for shelter from a downpour. We took her in, and she decided to stay for a while.”

Queenie’s face lights up with mischief. “So, she was a club girl, right?”

Siege nods. “Yeah, she was. She ain’t ashamed of that fact. We treated her really well.”

Queenie hits the table with one hand and downs a shot of whiskey before turning to her old man. “Did you hear that, Rock? Brittany was a club girl, like me.”

Rock smothers back a smile. “Yeah, that’s pretty amazing.”

Rigs asks, “What are the chances that both of you ran and ended up being club girls?”

Queenie says gleefully, “Astronomical, and that’s what makes it a damn miracle.”

Rock rolls his eyes. “I thought you gave up on believing in miracles a long time ago, baby.”

I pick back up with answering the question Queenie originally asked. “I came to the Savage Legion a couple of years ago, and let’s just say Brittany took a liking to me. There were a lot of things that went sideways, but we worked it out, and I put her in my property cut. We have a daughter who’s a little over four months old.” Pulling out my cell phone, I pull up my camera roll and hold my phone out, saying, “Do you want to see?”

Queenie snatches the phone so quick that I think she might have drawn blood. I can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. She scrolls and then scrolls again before commenting on every single picture of Brittany and Victoria. Rock takes it in stride, as do the rest of us. Me? Despite the fact I’m worried about my woman, I’m tickled to meet Brittany’s grandmother and am beyond pleased that she seems so nice.

Rigs is the one who asks the important question. “How did your club end up providing security for an asshole like Silas Harper?”

Queenie is still caught up in the camera roll, so Rock answers. “We’d never sell our services to a dickweed like Harper. Our club has been on the lookout for Brittany since she first ran. Queenie was obsessed with taking her in and protecting her from that crazy cult of a church they all came from.”

Siege gestures around the bar. “I guess she did a good job of hiding out at our clubhouse. The brothers are pretty generous to our girls. Trust me, she wasn’t doing without.”

“Yeah, that makes sense as to why we couldn’t fuckin’ find her to save our lives. She popped up when an airline ticket was bought in her name. Unfortunately, when we were tracking down leads, we bumped into Harper doing the same.”

The brother sitting beside him says in a disapproving tone, “I voted for us to just drop the fucker right then and there.”

Queenie looks up from my phone. “My daughter loves that festering turd. She thinks the sun shines right out of his ass. I’m not making my own daughter miserable just because you’re trigger-happy.”

He grins and takes a drink of his beer before chuckling. “That’s why they call me Trigger, am I right?”

Rock drinks another shot and continues his story while I pour him another one. “We realized he had gathered the same intel we had, and that was gonna be a problem. He knew Brittany was protected by the Savage Legion, so we offered him our services. Hiring a bike club to fight off a bike club seemed like a good deal to him.”

I speak up, “I’m confused, because we torched his church and home, rescued his hostages, and took all the valuables we could find, but you guys didn’t show up to fight with us at any point.”

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