Page 77 of Greedy Grizzly
I twisted my lips. “Sounds rough.”
“The MC life usually is.” She exhaled a heavy breath. “I’m sorry about earlier and bringing up you know who. I’m truly glad you’re here.”
“It’s okay. Old habits die hard, right?” I needed to be careful and not burn any bridges. Not only was I here to visit my sister, I was the link to get Landon close to the Hells Bells MC. If I pissed Mona off and she kicked us out of her town, it could ruin things for Storm.
“You got that right.”
“Would you like something to eat or drink? I brought a lasagna, tater tot hotdish, and chicken and wild rice soup.”
“Wow!” Mona’s face brightened. “That all sounds delicious. Did you make it yourself?”
“I did.” I went to the small kitchen and searched the cabinets for a plate. “I’ve become quite the cook.”
“Well, then. Surprise me. I’m starving.”
“You got it.”
As I put a plate together of lasagna, salad and garlic bread, I thought about all my sister had said about Rocky Jones. He had to be the RJ Storm was looking for, and I couldn’t wait to tell Landon.
But at the forefront of my mind was Ella and her son. If Rocky didn’t return, I worried about what might happen to her if she was forced into being a club girl. I needed to befriend her. Be that person she could rely on. There was no question in my mindshe would need my support and comfort in the days, months, and possibly years to come.
And hopefully, the Knights would find RJ, but not kill him right away. I was sure there was a lot more to the story of Rocky Jones and the Hell’s Bells MC.
24
STORM
I sat at the head of the meeting table and digested Grizzly’s findings in Scornrock. I’d been waiting all fuckin’ day for him and Libby to get home.
Time seemed to stop while I waited for them. Like I’d been watching a pot of water, waiting for it to boil, but it never did. Not that I’d watched many pots in my nearly thirty-five years of living.
Yeah, I wasn’t the most patient person, except for when it had to do with my Angel and kids.
“So, RJ is Rocky Jones?” I asked Grizzly. “The last name isn’t familiar to me.” But then, the Knight’s Legion MC had made a lot of enemies over the decades. I was confident I would have recalled the name Jones as it was a common surname.
RJ had targeted us specifically, which led me to believe it was personal. My cousin in Fargo, North Dakota hadn’t gotten anything. It had only been me who had been contacted and my old man’s clubhouse had been bombed.
“It makes sense when you put the pieces together.”
I leveled my gaze at Grizzly. “I’m listening.”
“Well, the letter came after Cobra’s men went to Scornrock and torched the Hells Bells bar. Remember when Buff rescued his long lost love, Reign?”
I nodded, showing my growing interest.
“She’d been held captive by Keg, the now dead president. His nephew, Rocky Jones, was next in line. But the dude ran off, leaving his girl, Ellassandra. She said he promised to return. She believes he will, and I believe her. They were young and in love, but he left fearing for his life. We know someone was in the car with Keg when it crashed. I think it was Rocky Jones, aka RJ.” Grizzly shrugged like all he’d said was possible.
I clasped my hands together on the table and squeezed. My jaw tightened and tension filled my neck and shoulders. Listening to Grizzly unpack his thoughts painted one helluva picture.
“He could be building a new crew,” I muttered. “To go to war with us.”
“That’s what I’d do,” Grizzly replied. “There’s only a handful of members left in Scornrock. We could take them out blindfolded, with one hand behind our backs.”
I nodded, considering his words. “How old is he?”
“Maybe twenty or twenty-one. Libby couldn’t get a specific age, but she thinks Ella and him are a few years apart. Ella’s eighteen or nineteen.”
I didn’t really care about their ages, but I was glad to hear how young they were. Young meant inexperienced. Gullible. Easy to manipulate.
