Page 13 of Seized By Solo

“Where are you meeting this guy?” Shift asks.

He came along because he is the club cleaner. He knows how to get blood out of anything and can dispose of a body in a matter of hours. Apparently, he used to follow his mum around when she was a cleaning lady for some mobster guy, so he knows about getting blood out of clothes.

“There’s a park close by. He said to meet him at the waterfall area in...” I check my watch, “an hour.”

“Good, we have time for food then. I am fucking starving since some fuck pulled me from my bed and a warm body at stupid o’clock this morning,” Tracer whines like a little bitch.

“I could eat,” Shifter says, shrugging.

“There is a café down the road a little bit. We can go there and get some grub while we wait to meet Chris.”

It doesn’t take us long to arrive at the café. I meant what I said, it was maybe four minutes’ ride away from where we stopped. We dismount and enter the food place. Some locals eye us warily, but the older lady behind the counter beams at us.

“Well fucking well, if it isn’t Kane Huskins. How is that sexy man of a father of yours?”

My smile is wide as I close the gap between me and Rhian. This woman likes to flirt like hell with my father when we come here for breakfast after a long run, or a shitty time with the club. It’s our thing. I just hope Pres doesn’t get pissed at me for bringing the brothers here.

“He’s as good as ever. Him and Nadine are still going strong, sorry.” I wink.

“Bollocks. Oh well, maybe when she kicks the bucket.” She grins at me.

“Come on, old girl, get us three full breakfasts, please, and three strong coffees.”

“You sit yourself down, boy, and less of the ‘old girl’.” She smacks my arse before walking away.

“How come we have never been here before?” Shift asks.

“It’s Pres’ favourite place to come for a full English breakfast. We come here when shit gets done. So you don’t say this to him when we get back to the clubhouse. This is for the Huskins’ only.”

They both chuckle and say nothing. Rhian brings us the heavy plates, and we dig in while planning how we are going to handle the little shit we are meeting.

“Mate, that was good. I feel like my gut is going to burst open,” Shift complains happily, rubbing his still flat stomach.

“We have got to come back here, brother.”

I grunt to Trace in a warning tone. “Find a different café, brother,” I warn, straddling my bike.

He holds his hands up in a surrender motion, grinning at me like a fool.

“I get it, you want to keep the good stuff for you and Pres. I see how it is.”

Once we’ve started our bikes, we ride for the meeting with my contact. He had fucking better be clean or I will wring his scrawny neck again.

The entire short ride there, I think about Elsie and the kids. What are they doing? Have they eaten breakfast yet?

Fucking hell... I shake my head at the thought that is lingering in my mind. I knew I wanted her from the second I saw her. Even black and blue, beaten to a pulp, she was still beautiful.

I saw what she was hiding.

We arrive at the destination and park our bikes, shutting off the engines. I remove my helmet and place it on the handlebars, knowing no fucker will ever fuck with Royal Bastards MC property.

Me and the boys walk through the park entrance and head to where I know the waterfall is located. My phone dings in my pocket, and I pull it out and open the message I just got from Una. I smile when I see what she has sent me.

It’s a photo of Elsie and the kids eating breakfast in the kitchen with my family. Everyone has a smile on their face and all look happy and comfortable.

“This fucker clean or what?” Shift asks as we walk.

I pocket my phone and answer him. “The last time we talked, yeah. I warned him that if he turned up high, I would kick his arse clean. He’s got a fucking young baby, and he spends their money on dope and other shit. I had to buy his woman nappies and milk for the baby, so he couldn’t take her money. I have told her to fucking leave the runt, but she has some sort of loyalty to him.”

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