Page 33 of Room Twenty: Owning Their Angel

The pure fucking fury in the room rises as he relays what happened outside of the doctor’s office. I feel guilty as fuck because we weren’t there. We should have been there. Not just for her, but for our baby.

When I meet Bedlam’s and Scope’s eyes, I know they’re thinking the same thing I am. From now on, we’ll make sure at least one of us is at all her appointments. Because we love her and our baby. Because we can’t leave her unprotected.

Hacker is working on his computer before Bedlam has laid out the entire story and I’m grateful as fuck to him. I know he’ll find out the information we need. We’re going to take care of the cretin who thought he could crawl out of the hole he’s been in for years.

He threatened our woman, and it won’t go unpunished.

“She would never betray the club,” Bedlam says, his eyes fixed on Lucifer.

Our Prez smirks and leans back in his chair. “Heather is a good woman. If I didn’t think it, I would have voiced my concern at the table.” His eyes move from Bedlam to me and then Scope. “I’d be more worried about her running again than her betraying the club. Your woman is loyal, but she’s also brave and will do what she thinks is right to protect you and the club. That’s why this needs to be dealt with swiftly and decisively.”

I nod because I know he’s right. Fear has been churning in my gut from the moment Heather started telling us about her past for that reason. She could run. But she also made a promise.

“If she runs, we’ll catch her,” Scope insists. “But she won’t run because we’re going to take care of dear old stepdaddy,” he sneers.

Lucifer’s laugh is booming with a dark edge to it. I respect the hell out of the man and am grateful the club he’s been running for a long time has given me a home. Still, I wouldn’t want to come up against the man in a dark alley.

“Got him,” Hacker exclaims. My phone chimes in my pocket a moment later and I don’t have to look now to know it’s the location where we can find Richard. “I’ve sent you the information on the hotel where he’s staying.” Hacker mumbles, “Idiot didn’t even try to cover his tracks.”

I give Hacker a chin lift, my mind already shifting to what we need to do to make sure Heather is safe and remains that way. Lucifer gives us a nod and Scythe stands as we head toward the office door. I pause and look at him, wondering what he’s up to.

Scythe’s voice is innocent, “What? You didn’t think you three were going to have all the fun, did you?” He cracks his neck and grins ferally. “Hell no. I want in on this.”

I give his shoulder a squeeze and then follow Bedlam and Scope out of Lucifer’s office and through the common room, not looking to see who else is witnessing our little parade. I know Lucifer and Prodigal will stick around to make sure Heather is safe. I have a feeling she’s going to be sleeping still when we get back.

She was drained and we didn’t even get the chance to ask her how the appointment went or if the baby is doing well beyond her assuring us that they’re both healthy. I regret not asking more questions, but my focus shifted to the immediate problem while trying to come up with ways of eliminating the threat to our woman and our club.

Getting on my bike calms me a little, but there is still a fuck ton of rage simmering under the surface. The sheer fucking balls this guy must have to track Heather down all the way to New Orleans is almost astounding. Then again, considering how Heather talked about her past, he sounds like the kind of guy who has always thought he was above the consequences of his actions.

My heart aches for our woman. I completely understand why she ran from him and her family years ago. Her mom never protected her, and she was forced to share a life with a predator. That’s when she learned that running was the answer.

I hope now with us in her life she can see that she can stay and fight it out, even if it’s hard, and how running hurts her and everyone else. We don’t want to take more than she wants to give. Her love is enough for us, but she gives us so much more and she doesn’t even realize it.

When we roll into the parking lot of a shit motel, I cringe. I’m not surprised this is where that asshole is staying. I guess it’s better than him staying somewhere nice and expecting it to be on Heather’s dime.

We dismount our bikes and head to the stairs since he’s on the second floor. It doesn’t take us long to find his room and my fist is banging on it before I even realize it. Adrenaline is coursing through me; it meets and crackles with the energy of my brothers.

When the door opens, there’s no security chain preventing me from pushing my way inside. Richard, the fucking dick, looks stunned to have four men in leather cuts with pissed off expressions barging into his room. Did he think he was so untouchable that he didn’t have to check the damn peephole?

I snort and revel in the way he raises his hands in front of him, trying to look nonthreatening and tough when he squares his shoulders. “I think you boys got the wrong room.”

I sneer, “No the fuck we don’t. We’re here for you, Dick,” I spit out his name like it is poison. It might as well be.

He studies us and I know the moment he sees what club we’re from because his shoulders relax. It’s almost comical. “Why are you here? Is this about my whore daughter?” Before any of us can react to his words, he chuckles and sits back on the musty smelling bed. “Let me guess,” he waves his hand like he’s the King of fucking England, “you’re already tired of her and you want me to take her back home with me. I can do that,” there’s an evil glint in his eye I’m about ready to beat right out of him.

Scythe lets out a low whistle and when I glance over at him, he leans back against the door and shakes his head. “Wow, what a dumb fuck. You got this one, brothers, I’ll just hang out here if you need me.”

Bedlam gets right in Richard’s face and snarls, “You better watch what you say about our old lady.”

Richard pales slightly as his eyes move between the three of us who are now all looming over him. He was a fucking idiot to sit down. We have the advantage right now, in more ways than one.

“What are you talking about?” He starts to turn a little red as he spits, “She’s just one of your whores.”

“No,” Scope barks, “she’s our old lady and she’s carrying our baby.”

“That baby is nothing but a bastard,” he fumes.

My control snaps and I land a punch to his jaw. He flops back against the bed and then rolls off the side like he’s trying to imitate a fish on dry land. I’m about to jump on him and rain as much pain down as I can, but Bedlam holds me back. I glare at my brother, but he just gives a subtle shake of his head.

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