Page 31 of My Three S**y Bikers

His Nan had given him thirty grand to travel before his mom died. I’d asked if he was traveling to the moon, and he had laughed. That was a lot of dough for someone like me, but he seemed to think it was enough for him to find himself.

As I came back to the table, Scar was closing his eyes, and I didn’t know how if he was thinking or dreaming? Either way, every time I pushed him for info, he brushed me off and ordered another beer.

I was losing my patience, and when I looked at the time, I realized that I’d been sitting here for nothing for too long.

I’d left the house and didn’t do the one thing I was supposed to do, which was to protect Melinda. I should have made sure someone else was in the house with her.

I quickly text Greyson and told him I’d left, so could he go back there? He didn’t have a shift tonight since the club was closed, so he should be there anyway, but just in case, I wanted to ask.

He didn’t reply, so with Scar’s dramatic antics I got up ready to leave and call Greyson. The jukebox was too loud, drowning the sounds of silence in the empty club.

As I got up, I spotted Greyson coming in from the side of the bar, which was why he hadn’t seen my text. He was too busy stocking up. He looked at his phone and then looked at me.

Fuck!

I’d been so quick to leave the house I didn’t think of what would happen to Mel. I’d really let my cock do all the thinking for me and not my damn head.

“Erin told me what’s going on. Lucky, did you really leave her alone?” Greyson asked as we approached each other.

Fuck!

“Let’s get to the house now.”

Scar grabbed my arm. “Can someone tell me what’s going on? Why can’t she be left alone?”

I shook my head, thinking there was no time for explanations. I’d already fucked up.

“Steel wants to kidnap Mel to make us get off this land.”

Scar chuckled. “If he has so many rights to it, why doesn’t he just wait for us to move out? Besides why take Mel? Why not Erin?”

“Why thank you very much, kind sir!” Erin walked in with a sarcastic curtsy.

Shit, my head raced, and all I could think about was getting out of here. This wasn’t good at all.

“Where’s Dwayne?” I shouted, realizing everything that wasn’t supposed to happen was going to, because I’d been so careless.

“With Mel. She said she’d feed him and I thought you were in the damn house….”

“When was that?” I was losing patience, because I hoped Erin would say five minutes ago.

The way she looked at her phone and frowned I could tell that it wasn’t good news. “Half an hour ago.”

Fuck!

“Would someone please tell me what’s going on?” Scar shouted, catching everyone’s attention.

“Steel’s been following Mel, trying to kidnap her and Dwayne,” Playboy explained, as I headed through the door with Greyson, Playboy and Scar behind me.

“And? Why her? She’s only been here a little while. If anyone should be kidnapped, it should be Erin!”

Sometimes, I couldn’t believe my son could have gone to a topnotch university to be a doctor. He appeared more than slow at times. “’Cause Dwayne’s your son, dummy, and my grandson!”

Speechless, he stopped running with us, but Playboy was clearly in shape and in better form, getting a head start on us.

At the house, I started to head upstairs with Greyson behind me, Scar had clearly left after I told him the bombshell.

Playboy shook his head. “They’re gone. Both of them.”

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