“What do you mean Lyrica’s missing?” I ask, motioning for Tiny to come to me.
“The girls and I were just talking out in the main room while getting a plan together so we can get things ready before the Arizona charter shows up. Faith asked if any of us had seen or heard from her,” she rambles, making her way to me. Soon as she’s close enough, I pull her into my lap once again, just as I had her sitting a bit ago when she came in here when I told her to.
“Maybe she’s decided to take some time to herself,” Lynch offers.
“Naw, that’s not her style. Lyrica likes to keep busy,” Axel says.
“Agreed, I think she misses keeping Carson when Angelina works. What if she’s found another job to fit in with her hours at the tattoo shop?” he suggests.
“If Lyrica had another job, I’d know about it,” Fuse growls.
“How would you know about it?” Tyres asks.
“I’d know, since this past week I’ve been checking into every single one of the women who come around here that isn’t attached to one of the members of the club. Lyrica’s not attached to anyone, so her ass was on the list,” he sneers.
What the hell is up with Fuse? I know he wants Lyrica but it’s as if he’s refusing to allow himself to be with her.
“Um,” Tiny mumbles, her small body shrinking into me due to the tension filling the room. I wrap my arms around my ol’ lady and kiss the side of her head.
“Thanks for letting us know. Do me a favor will you and call Victoria and ask her to make sure nothing’s amiss up there?” I suggest. For one I need to make sure my sister is okay. Another reason I asked this of Tiny is it gives her a task where she can feel helpful and not stressing or blaming herself for the mess we’re dealing with.
“Okay.” She nods and gives me a tight smile. “I’ve also got to help Brielle get the rooms ready.”
“Just take it easy and don’t lift anything heavy. What I mean is don’t pick up anything that weighs more than five pounds.”
“Ugh, so, you’re telling me I can’t pick up the twins?” she asks, furrowing her brows.
Shit. She’s trying to be fuckin’ cute right now.
“Alright let me amend that statement, don’t pick up anything other than the twins that is over five pounds,” I inform her while giving her thigh a tap.
“I promise,” Tiny murmurs.
“Good, now unless it’s an emergency go ahead and get shit ready out there while we handle business in here,” I state firmly.
Nodding, Tiny slides off my lap and heads for the door. As she places her hand on the doorknob, she glances back at me and I don’t miss the fear forming on her face.
I’m gonna kill the motherfucker for instilling that fear in my ol’ lady.
Soon as the door closes behind her, I glance around the room. “This shit keeps getting more and more fucked by the minute.”
“Agreed. I swear to fuckin’ God if Wren has one mark on her I’ll be putting a bullet in each and every one of them,” Tyres snarls.
“We’ll get her back, VP,” Brake grumbles. The two of them may be twins but he always shows Tyres the respect he deserves in front of our brothers.
“Marker and whoever he’s bringing with him should be here shortly,” I mutter, glancing at the time on the wall. I’d called Marker while waiting for everyone to get here and he’d agreed to load up and be here soon. They’d already been in Texas meeting with another club we were allies with, Satan’s Keepers MC. Normally from where they are it takes anywhere from eight to ten hours though Marker didn’t ride his bike down. They’d flown in.
This worked well for us since the men I wanted were already with him.
“Why does this man want Tiny and Brook so bad? I don’t get it. She’s supposed to be used as a breeder but there’re women a dime a dozen what’s so special about your ol’ lady, Prez, besides her being his daughter?” Steel asks.
“You know I’ve wondered the same thing,” Fury grumbles, sitting back in his chair with his arms crossed. “Ela’s always saying simple remarks about Tiny being special and needs to be protected from the worst in this world, but she’s never flat out said the reasons why.”
“Is she home yet from visiting Ray?” Pitch Black asks.
“No, and until this is done, I want her to stay there,” Fury states with a shake of his head.
“If Ela says she’s special which we all know she is. The woman fuckin’ wanted to leave to keep this very thing from happening and would trade herself in a heartbeat if it meant saving Wren’s life,” I say, clenching my fists on the table.
“What do we know of Tiny’s mom?” Ryder asks.
“Nothing other than her name, according to death records Tiny’s mother died when she was little,” Fuse mutters. “Though the interesting part is her name is familiar.”
“What is it?” I ask furrowing my brow.
“Sarah De Luca,” he says.
“Shit, could she have been related to the De Lucas as in the crime family De Lucas.” Breaker states the obvious.
“From what this says Sarah De Luca’s body was found out near the Hudson River where she’d been dumped. Family later claimed her once she was identified. There were missing person reports filed two years prior to that,” Fuse announces.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This isn’t good.
Not good at all.
Leo De Luca isn’t a man to go against. We just agreed to a truce with Fèlix DeLancy after years of bad blood sitting between. The thought of having to deal with the De Lucas is not something I want to think about. The De Lucas are the equivalent to the DeLancy.
“Someone needs to contact him and see what we can find out from him,” I declare.
“I’ll do it,” Ryder mutters.
“No need, I
