Finding Me: Dominant Devils Book Three Page 11

  “OH, MY GOD! I fucking knew it. Just looking at that damn picture Avery has of him with that grin is enough to set me in a fit. Madison, you need to lock that shit down. You need to get that asshole off the market or at least chain his ass to the bed,” Demi agrees.

  Madison laughed while shaking her head. I was glad she found it amusing. I was scared my slip of the tongue I would land me on her bad side. I’ve seen over the last few years Madison lives up to the nickname Wall gave her. In the club, she’s known as C.B., short for Crazy Bitch. I might not be on her bad side but she wasn’t letting me off unscathed. At first, she put the focus on the one who shares blood with the man I’ve spent too many nights dreaming about before she went in for the kill.

  “If you think Wall is intense you might want to look in the direction of the Viking brats, Throttle, and Tank. In all the years I’ve known Throttle I’ve only seen him lose his cool twice. His whole demeanor gives off that Dom persona. He’s got the cool but serious sex appeal going for him that just makes those purple eyes pop. Then if you can survive him you won’t stand a chance with Tank. Tank is the cockiest son of a bitch I know and I’ve got three brothers. He’s got arms and legs the size of tree trunks with sexiest fucking tattoo’s, I think, out of all the assholes of the club. When you meet him you’ll see. The one sleeve he has on his arm has Romy’s work all over it, and it’s a big fucking arm covered with the head of a lion and a shield surrounded with barb wire and roses. The kicker is the honor strength pride banner that’s weaved through it. I’m telling ya, girl, it’ll make ya weak in the knees at first sight but what really gets you are the eyes, though. Yeah, he’s got the same deep purple eyes of his brother but he just has this stare he throws ya that have the girls throwing their panties at his feet.”

  I could feel myself get flushed just listening to Madison talk about the same tattoo I see every night in my dreams. The table quieted and I could feel all the attention put on me. I know I was blushing along with being tongue-tied. Thankfully it was Ember who broke the silence and drew the attention back to her. “You all need to stop! I haven’t been laid properly since we got back from the tour months ago. You all keep talking shit and I’ll be forced to head upstairs and put my batteries to the test. Save me the trouble and let’s watch Ben get tattooed! Then maybe I can convince Romy to draw something up for me,” Ember finished throwing me a wink for getting me off the hook. I thought Demi was my favorite but at that minute I could kiss Ember.

  With the focus drawn away from me, for the time being, we all focused on Romy’s drawing. She was working on transferring the sketch to what she called a stencil that would then be the outline for the massive portrait Ben had decided to have put on the inside of his left forearm. Romy was a different person as soon as she picked up the tattoo gun. It’s a cliché to say she was one with the tool but that’s the only way to explain it. I watch for the first hour or so while she laid the outline down before I excused myself to head for bed. By now it was pushing midnight here in California making it almost three am in Great Falls. By the time my body gets used to the time difference it’ll be time to head back home. Sheesh!

  Tank

  After leaving the airport earlier today I knew there would be no sleep in the future for me. With Breezy on her way for a weekend away with the girls, I felt like a sinkhole was in my chest trying to swallow me whole. Watching her walk away without so much as a goodbye almost broke my decision to stay away from her. It took everything I had in me not to push myself on that plane and make her give me a proper goodbye. I’m on the verge of saying fuck it and take what I want even though I know I can’t give her what she needs. One night to fuck her out of my system is what I need. Just one night to get the wicked fantasies that haunt me in my dreams brought to reality. I might be able to give her a few weeks, maybe even months before I would get the itch to go trolling for a new piece of tail. If I could just get her to agree to it. Like that would ever fucking happen. I’d have to deal with that shit later. Now I’ve got a few leads to run down before the girls return on Monday.

  I’ve been back at the clubhouse for a few hours sitting in the meeting room with my laptop looking into Bree’s background. The results came back last week, Bree most definitely shares DNA with Carrin and Wall. Doc’s guy at the lab said there was no doubt in his mind that they all shared the same father. The oldheads weren’t ready to bring it to the table yet and I agreed. I want anything and everything I can dig up before we send another blow to the club's foundation. With Wall being the moodiest of all of us you never know how he’s going to take the news let alone the over emotional Queenie. Carrin will be upset but I think in the long run she’ll be happy to have a sister. Bree, on the other hand, I’m not so sure. I’m hoping that my gut feeling is true. I’d bet every last dime I have that this will be just a bit of a shock for Breezy as it will be for the rest of us. I doubt very seriously that Bree knows what her relationship was to our late brother, however, I still have to be able to prove it. This is why I’m sitting in this smoke-filled room while everyone else is either sleeping, fucking or riding.

  By the time Marly gets to the clubhouse to get dinner going I’ve uncovered a shit ton. Taking the newspaper clipping of the birth announcement the old heads had I was able to find Breeanna’s birth certificate. It showed her mother as Charlotte Elise Desmond, however, it looks as if a father was never listed. Looks like Charlotte, aka Charlie, is married to a Derek Merrill Loftland, Mr. Money is more like it. From what I could gather so far his net worth puts him in the millions, not to mention the amount of real estate he’s acquired over the years. His wife, Charlie, is the stereotypical trophy wife, all prim and proper.

  I’m confused as shit. When Bree first showed up I found her sleeping in her fucking truck out by the falls. She didn’t even have enough money to move in that shitty apartment at first. If it wasn’t for the old heads pulling strings she would have never gotten it or at least it would’ve taken a while. Why would she run away from the easy life? Instead, she waits tables and works the bar. Things just aren’t making much sense. The only thing I’m certain of is that there isn’t any financial reason for her appearance and her parents have tried to reach out through an old facebook account. Cracking into dormant account wasn’t hard. She had her password stored as her birthday. I read several messages from her mother. My consensus is her mother’s a bitch. The first message, sent to her over four years ago, was the only one that showed true concern. From there on out her cunt of a mother would only say shit like how much of a disappointment Bree was to the family name, how she was being childish or the embarrassment she has continued to cause her. Still even with a bitch for a mother, why disappear without a trace? It’s time for some reinforcements. I can give the basics on Bree’s parents to him and have him hack into the legal shit on the business side for whatever dirt he could dig up on their asses. I want to call Church and hash this shit out before the girls fly back in on Monday.

  I jotted the basic information on Bree’s parents down before packing my shit up to hide in my room. The brothers were beginning to wander in and their nosy asses would be trying to figure out what I’ve been working on for the last eight hours or so. After dinner, I’d get with the oldheads to fill them in on what I found and let’em know I was going to sick Happy on the parents shit. If there was something to find that fucker would be able to uncover it and quick.

  Once my laptop and the file I’ve built on all things Bree was safely stored under the mattress in my room I made my way in the kitchen to be hit with the most god-awful smell my nose has ever inhaled. It was coming from the pot simmering on the stove in front of Marly. Before the bitch could say anything to me I ran out of the kitchen. It was the only way to keep myself from blowing chunks. Fuck this shit! I’ll sneak over to the house and find a frozen pizza. I ain’t eating shit that smells that damn bad.

  “From the look on your face brother, you’re thinking the same damn thing I am. You know those girls have got shit sta
shed in the freezer at the house. Let’s get the fuck out of here before everyone else realizes Marly’s trying to poison our asses,” Hawk said trying not to laugh at me.

  “Let’s go. Once the rest of them catch a whiff of that shit there won’t be a pizza, a tater tot or a fucking piece of bread left over there.”

  Both of us snuck out the door with a straight face as we met Wall, Happy and Blaze coming in from their day-long ride. When we walked in the back door of the house we found we had been beaten to it. Boomer and my brother were already raiding the fridge. “I think there might be a ham steak or two left in the freezer. Pull them out and I’ll fry up some eggs. It ain’t high class but it beats that fucking liver and onion nonsense that looney bitch was trying to feed everybody,” Throttle was telling Boomer not noticing we had walked in. They both had their backs to us.

  “Make sure ya got enough for us too, asshole. We didn’t even stay long enough to figure out what she was cooking. The smell alone had our SA ready to puke in the hallway. We better get to cooking; the brothers were steady coming in when we left. Won’t be long and we’ll have a shitload of company,” Hawk told the two in front of us.

  “Well shit! Hopefully, those fucks will go in town for something. The women didn’t go to the store this week because they were more fucking worried bout getting out of dodge. Don’t know if this will even be enough to feed the four of us. Just know you two fucks eat after we get ours,” Boomer told us flat out.

  Only Axle and Viking ended up walking over. The rest of the guys either tried to stomach the nasty shit Marly fixed or hauled ass in town for Chinese. Once our little thrown together dinner was made we all sat around the table in silence. You could tell Axle had shit on his mind. He sat at the end of the table long enough to eat and then was gone. The mother-fucker didn’t even put his plate in the sink before he hauled ass. I was about to say something when Boomer raised his hand silencing me. “Let it be, kid. That boy’s got the weight of the goddamn world on his shoulders right now. We’ll call one of the prospects over to clean this shit up.”

  “Fine, old man. Call one of their asses over here to clean up but tell’em to grab a bottle of tequila too. If I’m gonna be looking at your ugly asses for the rest of the night I’m gonna need it,” I snapped.

  “Well, I’d love to stay so you could look at me all night but I’ve gotta head to the bar. Bobo can’t bounce and tend bar at the same time. I’ll be glad when we can get Breezy’s ass back behind the bar. I’m tired of listening to the customer’s bitch cuz she ain’t there,” Hawk states as he readies himself to leave. “You hanging here VP or ya wanna ride in with me.”

  “Let’s ride. I need something prettier to look at than these dickheads,” Throttle says while following Hawk towards the door. No one else says anything well after the door closes.

  “So what were you working so hard on earlier today? Couldn’t get a read on you at all. Was it something to do with your girl,” my dad asked.

  “I’ve been digging into her background. Found the birth certificate, it’s got her mother listed but it doesn’t have a father’s name listed. Her mother is married to Derek Loftland, the CEO of Seacrest Enterprises. The fucker’s loaded and has provided Bree with the best of everything. The mother looks like a stuck up bitch but couldn’t really find much on her. She messages Bree’s Facebook every few weeks demanding she returns home after telling her how much of a fucking disappointment she is.Thankfully Bree’s an only child so there isn’t anyone else that would be left to deal with the cunt of a mother. Breezy is left with no other family other than her parents. I’ve dug as far as I could but something isn’t sitting well with me,” I tell Viking. “I want to pull Happy in on this. He’s the damn computer genius. Maybe he can dig more shit up on the parents. You all just need to let me know how much else you want him to know. I just need another set of eyes looking. I got a feeling there are a few skeletons buried with Bree’s parents but fuck if I can find it.”

  I watched as my father and the former president have a silent conversation as they stare at each other across the table. With a nod Boomer gets up from the table leaving me with my father. I wait for what seems like forever for my dad to speak when a knock on the door breaks the freakish silence. Prospect Aaron walks in and places a fresh bottle of tequila on the table between my father and me before getting to work on cleaning the kitchen without a word to either one of us. I picked the bottle up to take out on the deck to drink in peace. I thought pops was going to sit at the picnic table with me but he only stopped long enough to tell me what I already knew. “Do what ya gotta do to figure this shit out. Wall is a walking time bomb with the shit going on around the club. Add to it, the shit with Madison. We keep this shit from him much longer and he’s gonna explode when he finds out we’ve been keeping this shit secret.”

  As I watch Viking walk off without another word I pull out my phone to shoot a text to Happy.

  Me: Hit me up when ya get a minute. Got some shit ya need to look into.

  Happy: Be there in five

  Me: Have your laptop handy. Time to work fucker. Over at the house

  I stayed on the back deck helping myself to the fresh bottle of Patron waiting for Happy to bring his ass. It didn’t take long before he was sitting on the other side of the table opening his laptop. “You wanna tell me why I’m sitting here with you instead of riding down to the bar with the rest of the assholes. I kinda need to get laid and you’re fucking up my plans. This shit better be good.”

  I made sure to finish my drink before I responded. I wasn’t sure how much I could keep from him. The dick picks up on shit quick and would probably have shit pieced together before I could even get halfway through this bottle tonight. There isn’t any way around it. He’d never believe the half-ass story I was thinking of spinning. Hell, he does all his research in advance. He’s got files on everyone who hangs around the club, probably most of the whole town.

  “Could be good or bad. Not sure yet. That’s why I called you. You know I can only dig so far. I’m better than most the assholes around here but I’m not too proud to say what I need to be done is over my fucking head,” I finally answer him.

  “Well, how bout we stop pussyfooting around and you tell me what it is you need. First, though, why are you the one reaching out to me? Why didn’t Axle say something when I was over at the clubhouse? I just left his office right before ya texted me.”

  “Axle doesn’t know yet. The oldheads want to get information together before some shit is aired out in Church. The sooner ya get your part done the better off we’ll be.” I didn’t give him a chance to respond before I started again. “I need anything and everything you can find on a Charlotte Desmond, Charlotte Loftland and a Derek Loftland. They’ll be from the Atlanta area. Both come from money and still have lots of it. Once you’ve got the personal shit you’ll need to dig in on the business side. Mr. Money is the CEO of Seacrest Enterprises. I need to know everything from their schedules to banking information.”

  “What the fuck are you doing conspiring with the oldheads? You got me checking into shit that will have me on the chopping block with the Prez? If that’s the case count me the fuck out. He’s been a moody motherfucker ever since his bitch came back to town. He’ll have Wall on my ass in a minute and that fucker is beyond crazy with his woman drama. You might technically be higher on the food chain around here than I am but I’ve gotta put that shit out there. If you get my ass kicked for something stupid, you and me are gonna go round. You feel me,” Happy informed me.

  “Easy asshole! I’m not getting you into anything that I haven’t been dragged into. Just run the names and look for anything shady that will cause blowback with the club. There are some things that need to be addressed on a personal level with this one. The oldies wanna bring it up next week in Bible study but they want as much info as possible before opening the can of worms that are gonna shock the fuck out of a few people. Just do some digging on the down low. The less you know about t
he why the better off you’ll be. You keep this shit to yourself along with anything you find out. Tell no one but me until the time comes. That way our miserable Enforcer will be gunning for me or one of the oldheads.”

  Happy didn’t look sold on my theory but finally agreed. “I’ll head down to the basement to get started. If anyone asks tell’em to knock before they head down. I’ll see what I can come up with. Might take a few days and a few favors. You and the group of geriatrics owe me. Just remember that shit when I need you to return the favor dickhead.”

  Happy snatched his laptop from the top of the picnic table and stormed inside. All I could do was shake my damn head while I tried to come to grips with the fact we might be overreacting. Even with my gut saying something different, one can hope that Bree showing up in the town her unknown biological father was from is just a coincidence. That other than the shock of the news there wouldn’t be any blowback on the club.

  Chapter 9

  Bree

  Once my feet hit the floor I found myself trapped in the day that wouldn’t end. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing; just overwhelming. I didn’t have time to be shy and by the time the shower was in full swing I felt more relaxed than I had in years. I sat at the table with Madison and Athena as we watched Layla open the loads of gifts that she and Ben were given. There was only a small interruption when a beautiful flower arrangement was brought in. Queenie, Vivie, and Marley made sure to include themselves in the day without even being here. After Layla read the heartfelt card from the absent women, she went back to opening her gifts while Ember was working the crowd for close-pins. It was some game she found on the internet where everyone was given a close-pin to wear. If you were to say the word “cute” someone could take the close-pins you had away from you. Whoever ends up with the most close-pins would win the prize. Layla wasn’t even finished opening her first gift before I lost mine to Madison.