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Tuck gave his head a slight shake."I should stop worrying about you not being prepared."He paused and took a deep breath before continuing, "I have something I need done.Something I would rather not be public knowledge."
Mac wanted to ask why, and so many other questions, but instead only said, "Whatever I can do, I will."
Tuck let out an uneasy breath, as if he had been uncertain what Mac would say.That made Mac wonder if some of the other brothers had been giving the prez a hard time.He would have to pay more attention to how the others treated their elected leader.If Mac found any of the brothers, with a few exceptions, weren't giving the president the proper amount of respect, then he'd have to have a come-to-Jesus with them.The exceptions were those close enough, both in office and in friendship, that they'd earned the right to question the other man.
"I've got a personal issue I could use your help with."Tuck's voice pulled Mac back to the present, and he waited for the other man to tell him what to do."Do you have something in the shop you can borrow for the night?Something not easily traced to any of us?"
Mac took a moment to recall what vehicles had been left overnight and who owned them.
"Does it matter what kind of vehicle?"
Tuck shook his head."Not really.Something that won't stand out would be best."
"I think I can do that."There were a couple of cars in the shop he could 'borrow' for something, depending on what it was.They didn't do it often, and never for anything illegal.The last thing he needed was his business to get a reputation for stealing people's vehicles and using them for joy rides, or anything else, while they'd been trusted into his care.
"Good.I've got a friend who's being harassed by her ex.I'd appreciate it if you could go keep an eye on her.I'll text you the address."Tuck pulled a phone from the inside pocket of his kutte.
"Define keep an eye on her?"
"Sit outside her house and watch.If her ex shows up and starts something, call the cops, then get between the two of them so he doesn't hurt her."
"What if she leaves?"
Tuck looked down, then back up."She shouldn't be leaving until morning, but if she does, follow her.She knows I've got someone keeping an eye on her because I don't trust that fucker to stay away now that they've let him go."
"You just want me to sit outside and watch for anyone to come start trouble?No getting involved unless he starts it first?"
"Exactly.It's really a rookie job, but I don't trust any of them with her life.I know if it comes down to it, you'll do what needs to be done to protect her."
Mac heard what his friend wasn't saying.Tuck was afraid this woman's ex was going to try to kill her and Mac was there to stop him before he succeeded.Normally, he might have bitched about being asked to sit and watch someone's house all night, but given what he knew, this would be an exception.
"Let me go see what I've got that I can borrow.What kind of neighborhood?"He glanced at Tuck as he stood.
"Sam Hughes district."
Surprise washed through Mac at the mention of the upscale historic district near the university.There were a few exceptions, usually homes that hadn't been remodeled on the inside, but it wasn't uncommon for houses in that area to sell for half or three quarters of a million dollars.It meant he'd need to switch up which of the cars in the shop he'd planned to borrow.He'd been thinking of an older model, unremarkable pick up that had come in for a front end job, now he decided he'd take the Mercedes that was only a few years old, it had a starter with a tendency to hang and he was waiting for the replacement to come in.It might be a pain in the ass if he needed to leave, but since it was already after ten, that was unlikely and getting even more unlikely the later it became.
"Send me that address and I'll head on over.You know how to reach me if there's anything else."
Tuck didn't say anything more as Mac left the back room where they held club meetings, he waved to a couple of the guys as they called greetings but kept going on his way to the door.Leaving his bike in line in front of the clubhouse he walked to the shop and let himself in where he snagged the keys to the Mercedes off the rack and locked up again.
By the time he'd let himself into the car, he had the address to the woman's house but still not her name.As he pulled out of the lot, he found himself wondering what kind of friend she was and why Tuck wanted to keep this whole thing on the down low.It was likely he would never know, not unless he pushed the president for an answer.Unless there was a reason to, he wouldn't.
Twenty minutes later, Mac parked in front of the house next door to the address Tuck had sent him.This house was empty, as evidenced by the overgrown yard and for sale sign strapped to the mail box post.No one would question his car sitting here, most people would assume he was visiting one of the other neighbors and never give it a second thought.That made it a a perfect spot.Now all he had to do was wait.
With nothing else to do, he pulled out his phone and sent Elyse a message.
Still up?
I got hung up doing something for the club, I won't make it home tonight.Hope you're having a good time with your brother.
He hadn't yet finished sending the second message when one came back.
Not technically.I just got in bed, wishing you were here.
Wish I was there too.
Mac glanced up every few seconds to make sure everything was still all right.There hadn't been any cars, but he also checked that someone hadn't walked up while he'd been distracted, then he'd look back to his phone.
