Page 18 of Unruly Defender

I make sure to thank him and disconnect, sliding my phone into my pocket right after.

“Clemente is handling it. This was exactly what Rush was talking about. Spencer getting the inheritance and having the big cash for investing in the drug dealing business they wanted to run together. Lightners also have a huge chunk of business when it comes to port logistics. Who knows, they might have struck a deal with a cartel or some shit, making it even bigger than we thought it was. Yates, make sure the prospect stays on his ass. We need to know Rush’s every move, but let him keep enough distance not to be seen.

We’re risking a lot as it is. For now, Rush only wants me gone because he will have the MC for manpower and the ability to run his dirty business.

I kicked him out, and Spencer might have paid his bail but if they don’t have the MC it’s just two assholes with a load of cash.

Cash he wants to obtain through Gracy. And maybe they also have transportation, but no manpower or backup.

Seeing Clemente is working with his lawyers to take away Spencer’s money, that wasn’t even his in the first place, they might have nothing left to live for and that’s when things will get even more dangerous, get me? ”

“I fucking get you, brother. We need to have a meeting, get all the brothers up to speed about things. And it might be good to double up, no solo shit because you might think it’s just Spencer and Rush but those fuckers have people around them who support them.

The cartel supplying the drugs for instance, who knows they might also supply backup because the MC was divided about getting into drugs before you stepped back into the picture and took over.

I’ve seen with my own eyes how Rush and his three buddies have met a few times with what I presume were contacts from a cartel.

I know because I’ve followed them twice to see what they were up to.

And these fuckers are armed to the teeth, Pres. What if they have their back?”

“You’re right. Fuck,” I grumble and think things through.

“We have to get Finn, our dog,” Gracy tells Yates.

“And we need to pack a bag to take to the hospital later for Henley’s mom.

Can someone go with us so we can drive to and from the estate?

Then you guys can have your meeting and we’ll head to the hospital right after.

” Gracy’s voice sounds timid but she’s right and again stepping up when I need her to.

Yates gives her a smile before his gaze slides to me. “Only a few hours with the old lady status and she’s already stepping up to the title. I’ll have Rhett follow you and while you’re handling everything I will make sure to round everyone up for a meeting when you get back.”

I’m about to step away but Gracy leans into Yates and asks, “What’s the name of the guy with the red hair and beard?”

“Rooney,” Yates chuckles. “You want to know where he got the chocolate from, don’t ya?

I can tell you, it’s his, he’s the mastermind behind that bar of chocolate.

It took him a long time but it’s all set and in production.

The fucker has made his first million this year.

But don’t tell anyone I told you because he keeps shit quiet.

He only shared it with me because I’m good with numbers and helped him out by reading through contracts he needed to sign to get his product on the market.

If Rush knew...he would have made Rooney sell his company to the club.

That motherfucker would have wrapped his fat fingers around his throat and would have forced him to sign it over, I just know it. ”

Gracy reaches out and grabs Yates’ forearm. “I’m glad Rooney trusted you and that you stood up for him. Rush will get what’s coming to him, we’ll make sure he won’t be able to interfere with anyone’s life.”

Yates gives her a nod but the look he gives me is one where he yet again lets me know this woman was made to be the president’s old lady. I wrap my arm around her waist and tuck her underneath my arm.

“Rhett,” I bellow. “You’re with me today.”

Rhett dashes up and stalks over to where we’re standing. “Ready when you are, Pres.”

“See you in about an hour, two tops, Yates,” I grunt and head for Gracy’s car.

I would rather have her on the back of my bike but we also need to get a few things for my mother and take Finn with us. Within a few minutes we’re at the estate and I check with Travis to see which bungalow Beck and Flora are staying in.

I’ve asked Rhett to stay close because there’s no need for him to tag along into the bungalow when we get Finn.

Not to mention it will raise questions when I bring him along and I don’t want to explain or drag Beck into the mess of things.

I asked him to come here to take his girl for some relaxing time at the beach, and not to be bothered with my shit.

The door swings open and Beck is in the doorway, holding Finn. The little trouble maker starts to squirm in his arms and he quickly puts him down so he can dash off to Gracy. Figures. He might be my dog, but if I was him, I’d be running into her arms too.

“Hey, Henley. Everything okay with your mother?” He steps aside so we can enter the bungalow.

I rub my neck and say, “She had a sudden drop of heart rate and blood pressure which caused her to pass out. They’re doing some checks and we’re headed back to the hospital later. They’re keeping her overnight.”

Beck nods and I know he’s thinking about his own mother. He lost her when he was in prison and didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye.

“She’s going to pull through,” I croak and clear my throat. “I’m sorry I can’t stay for a chat.”

“No, we completely understand. Let me know how she’s doing.”

“Will do,” I grunt and am about to leave but Flora rushes toward us. “Here, don’t forget his little friend.”

Beck snickers. “Friend? More like fuck buddy. You have a weird dog.”

I shake my head while the corner of my mouth twitches. “Says the man who owns a miniature pig.”

“Touché,” Beck says, giving me a grin right after.

We say our goodbyes and Gracy and I head for my mother’s bungalow to grab a few things. Rhett is coming inside this time and is watching how Finn is humping his stuffed pig.

He slowly turns his head toward me. “Is he okay?”

“The dog or the pig?” I snicker.

Finn is completely out of breath but this is his normal and it will make him tired enough to sleep for an hour or two.

“Henley, can you come here for a sec?” Gracy questions and I stroll over to where she’s standing.

She’s holding some papers along with an envelope and I’m about to question her when she says, “Let’s go into the bedroom so you can help me pick some of the stuff we need to bring with us for your mother.”

Gracy doesn’t wait for a reply but heads into the bedroom.

I follow her and she closes the door behind me, leaning against it the next second while holding out the papers for me to take.

“What if Maggie was going through these papers and it triggered something? Could that be possible? Look, there’s a little note and it’s not your mother’s handwriting.

I don’t recognize whose handwriting it might be. ”

“It’s my father’s,” I grunt and am frozen to the floor because the papers she’s holding are those I recognize all too well and yet I now notice they are slightly different.

I can tell because I recognize the address and it’s from the huge mall that’s involved with the reason I was sent to prison. Brazen fraud, and I knew someone screwed with the papers because everything was legal and up and running, there was no fucking fraud.

My chest is rising and falling and my heart is beating out of control. Why does my mother have these papers? Papers like this should be in the safe at the office. But it’s too much of a coincidence for these papers to be here.

I swallow hard and glance over the documents I’ve seen before and yet these are different.

The note from my father. This. If I had this when I was arrested, I would have walked out a second later because this right here proves my innocence, while at the same time it proves my father’s death wasn’t an accident but murder.

Because him having this is a huge bullseye of motive for someone to kill him to keep things quiet.