Page 53 of Atlas
I look past her and notice a shadow lingering in the kitchen doorway. “You sure that ain’t him hiding?” I ask, nodding in that direction.
She rolls her eyes. “If he owes you money, we don’t have it.”
I shove past her and head inside. Frank backs into the kitchen the second he spots me. His eyes dart around nervously. “I don’t have anything.”
“What do you think I’m looking for?” I ask.
Fletch picks up a stack of unopened mail and flicks through it. He holds up a letter for Kasey with an arched brow. “You looking for Kasey?” Frank asks. “She ain’t here, man. She did a runner ages ago.”
“I know,” I say. “I found her.”
“So, what do you want with me?”
“Who’s looking for her?” I ask, stepping closer.
He falls back onto a chair. “Some guy she was fucking.”
“What guy?” asks Pit, impatiently.
“He’s a suit from the city. I don’t know his name. She was always getting mixed up in some shit.”
“Not good enough,” Pit growls, landing a fist to his stomach. He coughs violently. “You know way more than that, so get talking.”
“She’s always bringing trouble back here,” the woman yells from the doorway. “That’s why we kicked her out.”
I turn to her. “I hear your man’s been good at that too.” Her eyes flit to him. “Maybe if he was a proper father figure.”
“She was selling herself from a young age,” she spits with disgust. “He tried to help her.”
“Now that’s a load of bullshit.” We all turn to the sound of Kasey’s voice as she enters the room looking smug. Adam is tapping her leg for attention and she ruffles his hair affectionately.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I snap.
“I heard you were heading here so thought I’d tag along.”
I grab her upper arm and back her from the room. “You’re not meant to leave the club,” I whisper hiss.
“I’m a big girl,” she says, pulling free.
“How dare you bring bikers to my door?” the woman yells. “It’s always something with you, Kasey.”
“Oh, boo-hoo, step-monster. And why you always yelling?”
Kasey heads back to the kitchen with me hot on her tail. “We all know who stole that money, daddy dearest,” she says, stabbing a finger in her dad’s chest. “I told you not to. I warned you he was dangerous.”
“What are you talking about?” asks Pit.
“He was always setting men up,” she tells us. “He’d arrange the meet, I’d go into the bedroom to do the deed, and he would have someone rob the punter.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me this before?” I demand.
“It wasn’t your business,” she says with an arched brow. “And then you went and made it your business. Anyway, Mr. D was different. I met him by accident, and we got talking. He offered me money for sex and taking care of his kid sometimes. Dad found out I was onto a good thing and had to ruin it.”
“Shut your mouth,” Frank roars, jumping out the chair. Pit is between them in a flash, shoving him back down and hitting him a second time.
“Stay in the chair,” he warns.
“Kasey, I need this guy’s name,” I say.
