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His facial hair was trimmed short and cut in a sharp line that mimicked his rugged jaw. His eyes were a pretty shade of sky blue that made his gaze more intense than it had any right to be.
I hadn’t been looking to add a man to my life, but I was in the habit of taking in strays. Should I be worried that this particular one might be a little feral?
Chapter Three
Moose
Any plans I had of playing it cool with Doc Hannah evaporated not long after the police left.
It was the MC’s job to know what went on in this town. The fact that it involved the Doc, meant it involved me.
I upnodded Wrench as I walked into the garage, and started tinkering on the bike I was working on. Lucky came through the door a while later. I called him over with a jerk of my chin.
I wasn’t worried about whether the MC could handle a couple of animal abusing assholes. What was on my mind was Hannah. She was a doctor, so I knew she was smart. Her compassion clearly knew no bounds. But, she also seemed to think the best of everyone and the idea of her and her petite little frame alone against some abusive pieces of shit had my teeth on edge.
“I don’t like this whole dog fighting thing.”
He pulled a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it. “You think it’s connected to the other shit going on around here? What would dog fighting have to do with breaking into the Black Crown?”
I shrugged. There was a reason I didn’t want to hold a position within the MC.
I had spent my entire childhood being responsible for keeping my brother, Asher, and I alive. A job that should have been done by our parents and later foster parents, but wasn’t.I didn’t want to be responsible for my MC brothers now. Not solely anyway. But something was going on. I could feel it.
“Should we mention it to Prez?” Lucky was a patched member of the MC like I was. Neither of us held executive positions, preferring to wrench on cars during the week and race them at the Graveyard Strip on the weekends.
I shook my head. “Not yet. We gotta at least loop in Deadeye.”
Deadeye was the MC’s Enforcer. An intense son of a bitch who you didn’t want pointing a gun at you. He’d been a sniper in the military. Why he wasn’t anymore was anyone’s guess.
Lucky and I jumped on our bikes and met Deadeye at Bottles & Bites Diner. They had a killer burger, and everyone knew to mind their business when the MC was there.
We ordered drinks then got down to business. “What’s this about?” Deadeye asked, turning his ice blue eyes on me.
I filled him in on the rescue center, the dogs and my suspicion that the whole thing could be connected to whatever the hell was happening in this town.
Deadeye listened without comment. Our food arrived and he waited until the waitress was out of earshot before speaking.
“This Doc your old lady, Moose?”
I took an unnecessarily long time dipping a french fry in ketchup while I thought about how to answer. Was she my old lady?
No.
Did I feel like I needed to protect her?
Yes.
Where that led, who knew. She was all sunshine and I was a smear of grease. She’d be crazy to want me the way I wanted her. “I don’t have any claim to her, but-”
Deadeye raised a hand and I shut my mouth. “We don’t know enough about this. It could all be connected, but we can’t act until we know.”
That was a lot of words in a row for Deadeye, but I suspected he wasn’t done so I waited.
“I’ll get a few of the guys to ask around. If there is more to this then we’ll find out.”
“And Hannah?”
He took a deep breath and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Unless she’s your old lady and part of the club, we don’t have the guys to watch over her.”
