“Yo, Prez, you got a minute?” I hear Tracker call from next to his bike.
Clearing my throat, I rake a hand through my hair and head his way, “Yeah what’s up?” I ask.
“I was about to head to your place when I saw your bike figured you were in the Pocket,” Tracker says pulling out one of his cigarettes. “Anyways there’s something I want to show you. After you left us Rachel went back in the house and pulled out a bunch of shit from a hidey hole.”
Interesting.
“What was it,” I ask.
“Let me grab it out of the moving truck before Cane and Neo head to your place,” Tracker states. Nodding I walk with him as we go to the truck. What is it that he needs to show me? It better not be something fucked up.
Neo was just getting ready to get in the driver’s seat when Tracker opened the passenger door.
“Neo wait an hour before you head to my place,” I order. I need to grab the twins and I don’t want anyone at my house with Rachel while she’s sleeping.
“You got it, Prez,” Neo says and backs away from the truck.
Tracker reaches across the seat and grabs one of the books. “Take a look at this,” he says handing me the book.
Opening the book I see it’s a photo album scanning through the pictures I realize none of them are of her. Most of them being members of the club.
“Rachel used to love taking photographs,” he states just as I get to a picture of myself.
Holy shit.
“She took that,” I murmur more to myself than to Tracker.
“Yep” is all he says.
“She’s fuckin’ talented,” I say, glancing up at my brother.
“That she is,” Tracker nods in agreement.
“Why did you show this picture to me?” I ask.
“Because you needed to see this. Rach isn’t goin’ to show this to anyone,” he responds.
Glancing back at the book I try to remember when this picture was taken. The shades I’m wearing seem to be staring right at me.
Then it clicks this was taken the last time I saw Rachel.
22
Rachel
As I wake up I find myself alone in the bed, the spot where Stoney had been cold to the touch. Where did he go? Noises from the other room catch my attention.
“Fuck man watch out for the wall,” someone snaps.
“Fucker, quit rushin’ and we wouldn’t be hitting the wall,” another person gripes.
“Both of you assholes need to chill the fuck out and lower your damn voices before you wake Rachel up,” Stoney growls.
Climbing out of the bed I walk over to the dresser Stoney pulled a shirt out of yesterday and grab one to slip on. Not wanting to go out the room with nothing underneath, I grab a pair of his shorts and put them on as well.
I open the door to the room to find two massive men carrying one of the twin’s dressers.
“What’s going on?” I ask, letting everyone know I was there.
“Damnit prospects you had to wake her up didn’t you,” Stoney growls from the other side of the guys.
Glancing around them I find him standing there with both babies in his arms. Talk about a sight to see. Stoney looks damn good holding a baby in his arms let alone two.
“I was already awake when they started making a ruckus. Any way I can get by you two and to my kids really quick?” I ask the two men standing in between me and Stoney.
“Sure thing,” they say at the same time before maneuvering the dresser through the doorway next to the room I’m standing in front of.
Soon as they make it through the doorway I walk directly to Stoney and reach for my babies.
Taking Luca into my arms I lean toward Corinne and press a kiss to her cheek then repeating that with Luca. “I missed you two so so much,” I murmur, glancing between the two of them.
For babies they’re very intuitive and smile in my direction.
“I think they missed you as well,” Stoney chuckles and leans into press a kiss to my lips. “How did you sleep?” he asks.
“Like the dead,” I say smiling. It honestly was the best sleep I’ve ever had.
“Good, I’ve got the twins’ bouncers and shit in the living room why don’t you sit in there with them while I hurry Neo and Cane up,” Stoney suggests.
“Okay, that sounds good to me,” I nod.
“Good, after we get everything unloaded, I’ll show you around the house and we can order food,” he says putting his free arm around me and ushering me to the living room.
Glancing around the room, it looks more like a man cave than anything else. A brown suede sectional sits in front of the largest TV I’ve ever seen. On one side of the room is a shelving unit filled with DVDs and pictures of what looks like Horse growing up and now with his family. Other than those pictures nothing else about this room shows Stoney as a family man. In front of the sectional are all the twins’ toys and bouncers, which seem strange in here.
“If you need anything let me know,” Stoney says.
Kneeling down, Stoney puts Corinne in her bouncer. She must not have appreciated being put down because the moment Stoney stood up Corinne began crying her little eyes out. Stoney kneels back down to her and strokes her cheeks. “You’re fine, little Dove. I’m not going anywhere,” he murmurs softly to my daughter.
My heart clenches in my chest at how sweet he is to my daughter. Leaning forward, he kisses Corinne’s forehead then stands back up. Although she whimpers, she’s not crying. Reaching for Luca in my arms he places him in his own bouncer. “Watch over your sister, Chief,”
