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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CY

“How you feeling?” Hammer asks once we all take our places around the table.

“I’m good, Prez.” I was more than good in some ways, in others, I wasn’t.

I had no choice but to jack off in the damn shower to relieve some of the pressure. I fought back the need to want to drag Alanna into the shower with me. But she’d needed to see to Charlotte.

Plus, I knew she was still freaked by the fact she’d gotten off while her daughter was sleeping just feet away from us.

I hadn’t meant for it to happen. To have her ride my thigh the way she did. I only wanted to kiss her. It turned heated, and things moved in the way they did. I couldn’t have stopped what we were doing even if I wanted to. Witnessing her let loose and get off the way she did. Fuck . . . it’d been the hottest thing ever. I can’t wait to see what she does when I’ve got her naked beneath me.

“Went by the garage this morning. Wanted to see it for myself,” Savage states, lip curling. “Took a look at the truck. Someone had disabled the airbags and put a nick in your brake line. If you didn’t know what you were looking for, it’d have been missed.”

“I figured someone had sabotaged my shit.” The fact someone fucked with my truck pisses me off. But what pisses me off even more is that someone nearly took my woman from me. If I’d been passed out, they’d have taken her.

“What the hell happened?” Bruiser asks.

“I already told Hammer and Malice a bit of it, but here you go . . .” I give them all a run-down of what Alanna told me, and then what I heard those men talking about. “They want both Alanna and her daughter for some reason. I need to be at my computers, digging up every piece of intel I can find on them.”

“You should know something,” Rogue speaks up. “Rebel will murder all of us if it gets out that we all know. Hell, I’m not even supposed to know. It goes against client confidentiality or what the fuck ever.”

“What?” I’ve got a feeling that I’m not going to like what he’s about to tell me.

“Rebel knows the truth of Lottie being Alanna’s daughter. Alanna told her. She wanted to make sure Charlotte was looked after if anything happened to her. Asked Rebel and me to be Lot’s guardians. She’s got an account that she puts well over half her paycheck into most weeks. According to Rebel, Alanna doesn’t do anything but work and take care of her daughter. She didn’t even finish school because she likes where she’s at. Takes pride in working for Rebel, but more than that, Rebel seems to think she’s going to run. Leave Lots with us or, more importantly, with the club where she knows we’ll all protect that girl.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“That’s not going to happen.” I won’t let Alanna run. Not from me. Not to protect her daughter. Not for any damn reason. I refuse to let her destroy what we’ve got between us. I just gotta get her to open her fucking eyes and see that she’s got no reason to run. Not now. Not ever.

“There’s more,” Rogue grunts.

“What the fuck else is there?” Now, I was starting to get pissed.

“Alanna’s two brothers.” Rogue stops to clear his throat. “They email her in order to keep in touch. Alanna explained to Rebel, it’s both of her brothers’ way of keeping her safe. They don’t visit. Or call. Alanna wanted Rebel to be able to decipher the encryption if it ever came to it.”

“Why the hell would they do that?”

“That’s something we need to find out. I don’t want any more bullshit for the club. Alanna’s family, though. Has been since Willow brought her in to be Rebel’s receptionist,” Malice grunts. “We’re not turning our backs on either of them. But we need to know what the fuck else is there.”

I’d intended to wait until after church to start looking, to focus on shit, but I’ve got to know now—every damn thing.Reaching for my laptop that I keep in here, I pull it to me, open it up, and start diving in.

It’s not hard to pull up her emails and trace them back to her brothers’ names. Davis and Willis. Both are in the military. Deployed at the moment, location unknown. They’re in the same unit. What they do isn’t listed.

What I do find out is their mother attempted to get them both discharged from the military. Seems Mommy Dearest likes to have control over her children. She hired a PI firm to look for her daughter after she disappeared from the hospital. Alanna was originally from Northern Virginia near Fairfax. She’d only gotten so far from them before she went into labor. The PI hadn’t been able to find her. Or that’s what the woman was told. Her daughter vanished.

The PI firm, though, our Franklin Charter knows. They’re friends of theirs.

Interesting. I’m wondering if they found her and didn’t say anything more.

However, that was four years ago.

What I need to know right now is who the fuck found her after all this time?

Shifting my search from Alanna’s mother, I look more into the father. My rage grows the more I read up on him. The man known as her father definitely likes to live on the dark side.

“Son of a bitch,” I snarl and slam the laptop closed.

“Brother, you need to calm down and share with the rest of us,” Hammer quips.

“SoCo Sec, up in VA, they were hired four years ago to find her after she had Charlotte. They reported they couldn’t find her. I highly doubt that’s the case. I’ll have to do more looking into that,” I tell them and go on to explain about the father’s activities. “The bastard put pictures of Alanna online,” I finish telling them. The sight of those pictures is what’s got me nearly wanting to destroy my computer.

“Pictures?” Malice’s voice is filled with the rage I’m feeling.

“Yeah.” I nod. “Pictures of her when she was younger. All of them, pictures that shouldn’t be up there of her.”

Fuck.

If I’d just gone ahead and did what I should have done when she first started working for Rebel, I’d have found all of this, and we wouldn’t be going through all this shit now.

“You need to keep your shit together, Cy,” Hammer states, leaning forward, elbows to the table, fingers clasped, eyes on me. “We need to talk to Alanna. And I’ll put a call into both Twister and Jackson. I’m sure Jackson will give us something about what his men found.”

“I’ll talk to Alanna.” There’s no way she’ll open up with my brothers’ presence surrounding her. If I’m going to have her trust me, then this is going to have to be how it happens. Alanna needs to know that she can trust me, and I won’t do something to ruin what she gives to me. Her trust is a special gift and one that I won’t taint.