Page 21 of Property of Scythe
“What you need, Pres?”
“Lottie has a stalker,” I growl, moving away from the entrance to her building, but keeping it within my sights. “I want someone on her tail twenty-four seven. If I can’t be there, I want a prospect or a patched member keeping an eye out.”
“I’ll make it happen.”
“Good. I’m making some calls.”
I click off with him and then dial my brother, Boomer. As the sheriff, he has access to shit I don’t. He finally picks up after the fourth ring. “About time you called, pretty boy.”
“Shut up, asshole. We meeting up for breakfast with Pops in the morning?”
“Don’t we every Friday?”
We do. “Listen. I need to run something by you.”
“Shit. Mila okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Emma? The club?”
“We’re all good. This is personal,” I announced, knowing he’d take it seriously if I put it to him that way.
“Alright. See ya at nine.”
I end the call with Boomer and then dial my dad next.
“Hey, Pops,” I greet him as he answers. “Tell me you’re not asleep already.”
It was after nine. A legit question.
“Fuck off,” he laughs. “We still on for breakfast?”
“Yeah. I just confirmed with Boomer.”
“You picking me up?”
“You do live on the property,” I remind him.
My father had his own residence on our land, opting to give up the main house for me and Mila. I kept trying to get him to move in with us, but he loved the little house by the pond. It had been one of my mother’s favorite spots before she died. I don’t think he’ll ever leave it.
“Yeah, I suppose I do,” he laughs. “Don’t forget.”
“I won’t.”
After that call, I pull out a smoke, lighting up as I stare at Lottie’s building. She has a concierge and a keypad entry, but that won’t stop someone who wants to get inside badly enough. She’s become a target or she’s been one, I’m not sure which, but I intend to find out. If she’s got a restraining order against someone, Boomer will find it.
I stay at her building for an hour, waiting until I’ve got one of my brothers here to protect Lottie. When Phantom shows up,I tick my chin at him. “No one else available?”
“I volunteered, Pres. Figured you’d want the best.”
“I guess I’ll settle for you,” I joke.
“I’m packin’ enough heat to ensure anyone trying to harm her won’t get far,” he promises.
“And if the fucker stalking her does?”
“I’m not called Phantom for no reason.”
