Page 44 of Dozer (Rolling Thunder MC #14)

Chapter 44

Dozer

Two days before, Brain had found out her family absolutely knew where she was. Tonight, he’d discovered they had some legal proceedings ready to move forward, and they were sending someone to get her.

Their psychiatrist couldn’t declare her legally incompetent until he’d actually seen her, and we were going to get a jump on that by having our psychiatrist see her first. Doctor Woods would see her at eleven o’clock tomorrow. I was unclear on exactly how he was tied in with the hierarchy, other than the knowledge he’s a pack wolf, he and Cassie frequently work together, and he knows Kirsten. Also, he’s in a poly group with the pilot the MC hires to take us en masse to watch Matty race at the places too far for us to justify riding to. Vegas is a long-damned ride on a bike, but a fun party in a private plane.

Until we could be legally married, I’d have her somewhere unknown to LEO and her family, and that meant we were staying in a vacation rental on top of the ridge, minutes from the compound. Her makeup was already there, along with some clothes. Brain told me the people sent to retrieve her were on a plane destined to land at the Chattanooga airport in about two hours.

So, they’d close and lock the gates into the compound tomorrow, and put a heavier than normal presence on the restaurant. The whore hotel, gun shop, and bike shop were closed on Sunday. We had a few afternoon classes at the martial arts facility, and we’d up the security for those, but I didn’t figure her family’s people would bother us there. The public parts of the laundromats were open, but the staffed portions would not be.

I figured they’d start at the restaurant, but the question was whether they’d go to law enforcement if they didn’t get anywhere. We’ve survived warrants before, so if they found a way to convince LEO to search any of our places for her, we’d be fine.

Just in case, my brothers with construction experience were disassembling the cell in my basement and would be finished before morning, so law enforcement would find a room in the process of being renovated, complete with sawhorses, tools, and cans of paint, waiting to go up once the room was finished. Sure, they’d find bondage stuff, butt plugs, dildos, nipple clamps, and assorted other kink tools, but nothing to say it wasn’t consensual BDSM. I’d bought too much of that stuff online to hide it. They’d know I bought it, so I should have it where they can find it, or it’d look suspicious.

The question, which I’d ask Daisy soon enough, was whether she was sure she wanted to marry me.

Plan A was for us to get married sooner rather than later. Plan B was for Daisy to march herself into the police services center with a psychiatrist and a lawyer, and announce she was living her own life, apart from her parents, she was nineteen years old, and convince the brass that it was in their best interest not to help her parents abscond with her back to New York.

Either way put me at risk if she suddenly decided I was a bad guy, which meant I’d had to call Marco in to go through her head and tell me the odds of that happening. He’d been present at The Diamond Club, to make sure everything went smoothly, and he’d said he’d go through her head while she was there.

He’d texted me a thumbs-up, but he’d also promised a visit later, so maybe there was something else I needed to know? For now, I was holding onto the thumbs-up.

“Where are we going?” Daisy asked while I fastened her seatbelt.

“Just up on the ridge. I’m told the views are awesome. We’ll be there before you know it.”

“I danced!”

“I know, and you’re quite good at it.”

Drunk Daisy isn’t actually as fun as sober Daisy, it turns out. She might be once I had her alone and naked, but in a car, not so much.

Knife made a circuitous route to be sure we weren’t followed, and finally dropped us off. He drove away as soon as we were out of the vehicle, but a prospect close to being voted in was sitting in a van in the driveway, keeping an eye out. If we needed to get away quickly, we could.

I got my little flower in the house, to the bedroom, stripped her naked, fucked her to sleep, and then went to the kitchen to make sure I had what I’d need when she awakened. I’d sent the prospect to the store with a list, but it’s always good to be certain. Sure enough, there was plenty of eggs, bacon, steak, aspirin, coffee, milk, bread, some gel ice packs, and massage oil. I fixed a couple of steaks and some bacon for me, double-checked the suitcase to make sure it had everything I’d asked for, and then I fell into bed with my Daisy.

And for the first time ever, I didn’t lock her to the bed.