I shake my head. “It sounds like your dad and brothers really love you and don’t want anything bad to happen to you. I wish I had someone who protected me that way growing up because I haven’t felt what love was like since I was twelve years old. It was lonely. I think that you should call them because they are probably worried sick about you and, worse, they might think something happened to you and your body is laying around in the gutter somewhere. At least call them. I bet you miss them like crazy,” I say, and tears start to fall down her face again.
“Yeah I do. So much. Can you stay here with me? I don’t want to call them alone, I don’t know how they will react,” she says looking at me with hopeful eyes.
I nod my head. “Of course, no need to ask. Did you want to do it now?”
Krista lets out a long breath and then nods her head. “Yeah I think I want to do it now. While I still have the courage,” she says, and I nod my head.
She takes a few minutes before she pulls out her phone and scrolls down to her dad’s name.
She takes another full minute before hitting the call button. She puts it on speaker since her hands are shaky and the tears haven’t stopped flowing. Wow, how long has this woman been waiting to let this all out?
After a couple rings, someone picks up the phone.
“Who the fuck is this and why don’t I recognize this number?” a deep growling voice asks. Wow, he sounds pissed.
“D-ddaddy?” Krista stutters out.
I hear a sharp intake of breath. “Jesus, Krista? Baby girl, is that you?” he asks in disbelief.
“Yeah, daddy it’s me,” she says quietly. She lets out a sniffle.
“Fucking shit. Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I thought you were dead,” he says in a voice that gets louder with each word.
“I’m sorry, daddy. I can explain. I’m safe I promise,” she says.
“Well I’m glad you’re fucking safe, but you tell me where you are right now. You know how fucking worried I have been? You can tell me when I see you. I’m on the first flight out to wherever the fuck you are. My bike will take too fucking long,” he says, and the place is quiet where he is. I’m guessing that he has everyone’s attention but, being that Krista was missing for over a year, I can see why.
“I’m with a friend, Sophie. She’s an Old Lady to a biker,” she says hesitantly.
I look at her in question. I know I’m with Trigger but I’m still not sure he wants me as his Old Lady yet. I had asked the women what it meant, so I knew what she was talking about.
I decide to ask her later what she meant so that I can focus on her and her dad.
“A biker… Which MC are you hanging around with, young lady?” he asks, his voice calm and controlled.
“Uhh… ummm…” she says looking to me for advice, but I don’t really know since I’m still new to this world and don’t know much about it.
“Krista…” he says in a low voice. Yep, you can tell that’s her dad. He just used his ‘I’m your dad don’t fuck with me’ voice.
“Vicious Snakes MC,” she says quickly.
I hear him blow out a breath. “Fuck. At least they are good fuckers. Tell Derek that I look forward to catching up. Yo Tracker, get me a flight out to the Vicious Snakes MC’s main clubhouse. We have my baby girl to get,” he says before hanging up.
I look at Krista and she stares at the phone like she can’t believe that conversation just happened.
“Well I guess I get to meet your dad,” I say in the most cheerful tone I can manage.
Krista groans and drops her head in her hands.
“This is not going to be good,” she says with a muffled voice.
Chapter Eight
Trigger ‘Colton’
It was first thing in the morning. I was sitting in the kitchen having a cup of coffee when guests pulled up to the front of the house.
I heard from Sophie the previous day when she had lunch with Krista. Apparently there was some stuff that she never told us about herself. She had spent a great deal of the afternoon talking to Prez and the VP, Damien.
Prez just told us that we were having some visitors from Wicked Dragons coming to the clubhouse. They won’t be on their bikes but will be wearing their cuts.
All I did was shrug it off. I knew that they were a close club since Prez was old buddies with their club president. They had both been raised in the same neighborhood but took off in different directions once they got older.
I watched as Prez greeted his old friend and the president of the Wicked Dragons MC.
I still wasn’t sure what was going on yet and became curious when
