Page 23 of Raven (Sinners Revenge MC- Rapid City, SD #6)
“Thank fuck,” I returned and kissed her against, letting her feel my cock pressing against my jeans.
I was lost in the embrace, imagining us doing this for the rest of our lives. A voice from behind us drew my attention. “I hate to break this up, but I wanted to see if we could talk before Phantom left.”
Turning, I saw it was Warhol. My gaze went to Sydney, and she looked unsure as I took her hand and led her back to the building. Warhol held the door for us, and we walked inside to the familiar smells and sounds that filled the air.
Sydney looked at me, and I offered her a reassuring smile as we followed Warhol. She tried to release my hand, and I squeezed hers slightly, indicating she needed to stay. Warhol knocked on the door, and a voice told us to come in.
Walking into the office, I saw Roughstock sitting behind his desk and Phantom in one of the seats in front.
Warhol stepped to the side, and I nudged Sydney to take the seat beside Phantom.
She looked intimidated, and I pressed beside the chair, not wanting her to feel like she was facing an inquiry.
Warhol, not one to beat around the bush, began to speak. “I’ve been looking into the situation with Rooster, and I have some good news and some not so good news.”
Sydney glanced up at me, and I placed my hand onto her upper back, hoping to instill calm as he explained.
“I called the sheriff of the town your mom was living in when she passed away, and it took him until this morning to get back with me. I wanted to know what the chances were that Rooster was telling you the truth, and if there would be any blowback on the club.” He gave her a rare smile as he spoke.
“The sheriff let me know that a few days ago, Rooster and his two brothers were killed in a meth house explosion.”
Sydney sat back, her eyes locked onto the front of Roughstock’s desk. Her expression was hard to read, and I worried she was in shock. Finally, she lifted her eyes to Warhol and asked, “What does that mean for the cartel?”
In a move I’d never seen from him, he squatted in front of her and looked into her eyes. “Sydney, there was never any cartel. Rooster and his brothers took advantage of people’s grief and fear to steal from them. But you don’t ever have to worry about them again.”
“So, they just took my money and lied about it?” she asked, and I saw tears building in her eyes.
Warhol looked up at me, and I tilted my head to the side, letting him know I needed to get to his spot.
He stood and stepped back as I took his place.
Taking her hands into mine, I saw embarrassment on her face, and I wouldn’t have her feeling bad.
Anyone could get taken advantage of, and she had nothing to be embarrassed about.
“Darlin’, you didn’t do anything wrong. If anything, you did the honorable thing, and I don’t want you to beat yourself up.” I lifted her hands and kissed them before adding. “And Comet’s working on getting your last transfer returned, since it wasn’t picked up.”
“I can’t believe I was so stupid,” she remarked.
Phantom spoke up, reassuring her. “Sydney, you can’t feel bad about trying to do the right thing. There was no way of knowing if what they said was true or not, and you did what you felt was right.”
“I . . . I just didn’t want Uncle Billy to have to pay another debt for my mother,” she said to him, and he gave a knowing nod.
Roughstock spoke next. “I know you’re beating yourself up, but look on the bright side. You don’t have to pay any more money to them, and they will never come looking for you.”
She lifted her eyes to him and almost relaxed at his statement.
He had a way of making things seem better, and when she looked up at me, she gave me a questioning look.
I reached into the inner pocket of my cut and pulled out the envelope she found yesterday and gave to me this morning before we left for the ride.
I handed it to her, and she looked at it before she spoke.
“I found this inside your father’s saddle bags yesterday, along with a small bag of stuff at our house.
I don’t know what’s inside, but I wanted to make sure it got to you.
” She reached out to hand it to Roughstock before she looked up at me.
“Either is fine,” I remarked, and she placed it on the desk.
Warhol’s name was clear as day on the envelope as Sydney stood from her seat. Phantom and Roughstock stood as she explained, “Whatever is inside isn’t my business, so I’ll give you the privacy you deserve while you open it.”
I pecked her on the lips, and she stepped around me. Following behind her, I opened the door and said, “I’ll be out in a minute. Why don’t you join the ladies?”
She nodded and glanced past me before turning and walking across the crowded, smokey room.
Closing the door behind me, I went back to where I was standing as Warhol opened the envelope addressed to him and Phantom watched from his spot near the front of the desk.
Roughstock walked around the front as Warhol pulled out a piece of paper.
Something fell to the floor, so I leaned over and picked it up, handing it back to Warhol.
The paper had a series of numbers listed on it that didn’t seem to make any sense and when Warhol looked at what fell to the floor, his eyes grew wide.
Looking over his shoulder, I saw Blur, the traitor who’d killed Nitro, on the small picture.
He was holding the hands of two girls, one standing on either side of him.
“Who they fuck are they?” Phantom asked as he looked at the photo.
Warhol’s jaw clenched, and he shook his head as he said, “I don’t know who that one is, but this girl came into my office last year looking for her missing father. Her name is Darla Parker.”
“What does this have to do with Blur and my father?” Roughstock asked, holding up the list of numbers of the paper.
“I don’t know, but I swear I’m going to get to the bottom of this. One way or another,” Warhol said.
The normally reserved brother was seething and barely containing his anger. I didn’t know what this was, or how it involved Nitro’s murder, but something told me that all hell was going to break loose. I just hoped none of us were a casualty of the madness.