Page 74 of Greedy Grizzly
Saving his own ass?
“Why? What happened to him?” Libby asked the very question I wanted to know.
I had a gut feeling this Rocky dude was RJ, who Storm had been looking for. But I needed more than a gut feeling. I needed evidence and proof for Prez.
“He left after the club’s bar was attacked by a different MC,” Mona replied, tearing up. “Our president, Keg, was killed and a few members.”
“Keg is Rocky’s uncle,” Ella told us. If she only knew how she was betraying the Hells Bells with her loose lips. I sensed she hadn’t grown up in the club or had been trained to keep her mouth shut. “Rocky ran off after the mayhem, fearing for his life. He told me he would be back.”
“That was a long time ago.” Mona rolled her eyes like Ella was an idiot. She was clearly getting annoyed with the young mom.
“Geez, that sounds scary.” Libby glanced at me. “Who was after him?”
“We can’t say.” Mona shot Ella a stern look that told her to shut up. “The bottom line is he’s not here and will likely never return.”
“I don’t believe that,” Ella snapped at Mona. “He loves me. I have his child.”
“The child he doesn’t know exists,” Mona replied. “The last time you talked to him, you argued and hung up on him. Remember? You haven’t spoken to him since.”
Oh, shit!
A tear slid out the corner of Ella’s eye. “I should be going.”
Damn, I felt sorry for her. But this was all great information I could use for research, but I needed just a little more.
“Are Keg and Rocky real names?” I asked Ella as she gathered up her son’s toys. I needed to play the part of someone who knew nothing about bikers or motorcycle clubs. “I’m just curious. Never met anyone with those kinds of names before.” I shrugged, feigning ignorance.
“Keg is a road name,” Mona replied. “His birth name is different.”
“But Rocky’s is his legal name.” Ella smiled softly and carried Rockson toward the door.
“So did you name your son, Rockson, after him?” If she said yes, then I could search the baby’s birth records for the last name. I couldn’t imagine there were many Rocksons in the world, especially with the last name beginning with the letter J.
“Yup. It was nice meeting you both. I’m sure we’ll see each other again.”
“So nice to meet you, too.” Libby got the door and whispered to Ella. “Take care, honey. Bye, Rockson.” She waved to the young mom and her son as they left.
“You don’t have to be so sugary sweet.” Mona made a gagging face.
“And you don’t have to be so damn mean to her.” Libby shut the door.
“She’s just so pathetic and always sad.”
“Oh my God! She’s young with a child and no father to support them. Where’s your compassion? And here she was helping you.”
“Not by choice. Vegas makes her stop in on me. Besides, we grew up without fathers.”
Libby put her hands on her hips. “Yeah, and look how we turned out. You saw how Mom struggled. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”
“Well, aren’t you just so nice.” Mona pulled the fuzzy blanket up to her chin.
I really wished I wasn’t here for this discussion. It was awkward as hell.
“She just annoys me,” Mona said. “And we never liked each other very much.”
“Well, that might be different if you were nice to her. Honestly, Mona. You haven’t changed much in the last decade, have you?”
The sisters stared each other down. I couldn’t stand being here. I needed to get out and do a little recon in town.
