Page 17 of Her Protective Biker
I bit my lip to keep from smirking. Prez was baiting him. We didn’t know for sure that he’d done a damn thing.
“Surprised you and your do-gooder club figured it out. The Sons of Decimation are taking over this town. There’ll be a hell of a lot less charity rides and a hell of a lot more fun. I’m talking drugs, weapons and women. Once I get my dogs back from you fuck heads to fund the whole thing.”
“What kind of coward ass name is Sons of Decimation? You come up with that name in your mom’s basement?”
I snorted, but my teeth were still on edge.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he sneered.
“What I’d like, is for you and your band of fuck faces to leave my town. Or is Sons of Decimation just you and your right hand?”
He snarled. “I got more guys with more balls than the Savage Kings.”
“So you’re telling me your Prez green lit you to attack the Kings? Does he have a death wish?”
“This is personal. Convince that little bitch to give me my dogs back, or you won’t like what happens.”
“Threaten my old lady again and I’ll kill you, you slimy fuck,” I shot out of my chair and Prez raised a hand for me to stop.
Crash’s laughter came through the phone. “Is that Moose? So, the bitch in pink doesn’t just save dogs. She fucks them too, huh? Figures.”
“You’re dead, Crash, you hear me?”
Deadeye grabbed my arm and guided me out of Prez’s office as I continued to yell every thing I wanted to do to that fucker.
Deadeye led me over to the bar. “Get him a beer and don’t let him leave,” he instructed the bartender, who eyed me and gave Deadeye a little salute.
A beer was put in front of me and I grunted my thanks, stewing over everything Crash had said while I waited on orders.
A half hour later after the executives had made a plan, we were all called in and they caught everyone up on what was goingon. The VP, Savior, started barking orders. “Loot, see if you can sweet talk that pretty little thing from the PD dispatch into giving you the address where the dogs were taken from. Odds are the Sons of Douchebags have moved on, but worth a shot.”
Loot was the club’s Treasurer, but he was the only one of us who could pass for a decent human being. He had that All-American boy next door thing going, where the rest of us looked like we’d just come out of lockup.
“Thief, Hawk, now that we have a name, ask around the usual crowd at the Crown. See if anyone’s seen them. Moose, stick with your old lady, but be ready to be replaced by the Prospects if shit hits the fan.”
With all the tension in the air, I headed back to Snuggle Squad. Despite all the shit going down, I got to spend the day with Hannah and her menagerie of animals. It was a spot of sun on an otherwise shit storm of a life. She was tense, of course she was, but she kept it together.
“You doing alright, Doc?” I rubbed a hand over her shoulder as she updated a file on a cat with stitches on its side.
She blew out a breath. “The animals can tell if I’m tense so I had to learn a long time ago to keep calm under pressure. This is a different kind of pressure than saving a dog who’s choking on a pair of underwear, but the skill still comes in handy.”
“What else do you have to get done today?”
She glanced around. “Everyone is fed, watered and cleaned. The pups and Daisy could do with some time outside. Assuming that is okay with my security detail?”
I couldn’t see the harm so, with four puppies dancing around our feet and one weary looking Daisy, we headed to the fenced in yard behind her rescue. This was the first time I had been back here in the daylight. I whistled. “Damn Doc, your animals play area is nicer than most parks.” This area had just been trees anddirt the last time I had bothered to pay any attention to it. Now there was sod laid, toys everywhere. Puppy heaven.
She laughed. “Nothing but the best for these little sweethearts.”
“How’d you afford all this anyway? You secretly the heiress to the throne of a small country or something?”
She laughed. “Nothing like that. After I finished my Doctorate, I opened a small practice. My staff and I had a lottery pool, you know, just for fun. I can’t tell you how shocked I was when we won.”
“You won the lottery? And you used the money to build a sanctuary for fucking Peaches?”
She snorted. “Something like that. I sold my practice, planning to travel around and volunteer but realized there were plenty of animals to help at home so I built Snuggle Squad.”
The girl was a saint. What the hell was she doing with me?
