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Lynx

Watching the cops go through the clubhouse has my blood pressure hitting the roof. They have torn apart everything, couches, beds, tables, and the bar. When they head down to the meeting room, I use my pull and call the chief.

“Chief, you need to call your men back. They have caused thousands of dollars in damages already. Are you going to cover the cost of all the repairs?” I ask, shouting into the phone.

“Lynx, man. They were only supposed to talk to you and the boys, Nothing else. Who’s in charge?

” his voice booms through the phone and the officer who has been standing sentinel radios the officer in charge and suddenly it all stops.

Their footsteps can be heard stomping down the hall.

The main guy circles his hand and they all leave.

No words, no apologies, and no eye contact.

They rolled out of the club quietly, leaving the cleanup to the brothers and club girls who were still face first on the floor with our hands behind our backs.

“Is this the way the police do things now?” Skoden asks, unhooking his hands from behind his back and pushing to his knees. We all get to our knees and look at the destruction that is spread across the clubhouse.

“Take stock of what damage was done and get an order into the stores in town to replace everything that was damaged. Same calibre as what we had.” The brothers nod and start to move around the clubhouse, snapping pictures and moving the garbage out to the dumpster we have at the back.

“Girls, go into the kitchen and take stock of all the groceries we need for a family barbeque. I’ll ask Jessikah and Tina if they can pick up all the groceries and bring them to the clubhouse.

” The girls slowly stand and dust off their clothing before making their way to the kitchen.

Margie curses about the police being hungry and starts handing out orders on where to look and to take pictures of the mess.

Sitting on my ass, in the middle of the floor, I contemplate life and how to make sure all my brothers and my woman stay protected.

“We have an issue.” Maple and Slick approach. They are both looking at each other, and Maple looks like she is on the verge of tears.

“What?” I ask, looking around the room, trying to figure out what could be the problem.

“Spin is missing,” Slick announces.

“She was supposed to come to the clubhouse after work, but she never showed,” Maple says.

“Did you try to contact her?” I ask, because I won’t sound an alarm if she fell asleep at her place.

“Neo had her traced. Her phone says she is still at work, and her boss said she went out back for a smoke on her lunch break and never came back. Something is wrong. Spin always makes sure she lets one of us know where she is. She doesn’t trust her family, and we have always had her back,” Maple says, tears falling down her face.

“Shit, okay. I’ll let the brothers know and we will start searching for her,” I mumble, sending out the S.O.S.

“Let me send a message to Jessikah and get her grocery shopping. Hopefully, we find Spin between now and tonight. If not, then tonight’s barbeque will be a search and research party.” I pick up my phone and send a message to Jessikah.

***

Jessikah

“Okay, Paul sent me the grocery list. We might need both cars. And possibly have some of them shipped to the clubhouse,” I state to Tina as I look at the list of groceries needed.

“Brownie said to give him a call and he will have the prospect drive out to pick up the groceries and then we can follow them back,” Tina states, then throws her phone in her purse.

I look down at the phone and see at least three messages filled with stuff needed for the clubhouse. “Holy fuck, did they have a huge party and eat everything,” I mumble, looking closely at everything that is needed.

“I don’t know what the fuck happened. But let’s go and get this started. I rescheduled everything this afternoon after you texted. I figured we needed a day to relax. It feels like a Monday, but it’s fucking Thursday,” Tina states, heading for the door and opening it.

Looking at Moose, who sound asleep on the couch like he owns the place, I smile. The best thing I did was buy Moose. It seems that when Moose came into my life, he instantly picked up on my anxiety and everyday he makes sure it stays at bay.

Walking toward the door, I do a quick look around to make sure my windows and doors are all closed. Even knowing my ex-husband is dead, the ghosts still haunt me. I still think people are watching me.

Taking a deep breath, I move to the door, grab my purse off the hook, and lock the door behind us. If I can do anything, it’s to make sure Moose is protected.

The beep of the alarm lets me know my home is secure, then I make my way to Tina’s car. The trip to the grocery store will be fast, but the shopping at the stores will be the hard part.

So much for a relaxing evening and sharing my news.