Page 52 of Wheelie's Challenge
“I’ve got stuff to do. I’ll be there tomorrow night.”
“Jax is having poker night at his house tomorrow. Cherri’s making her chili and enchilada pie.” Animal looked over at Tucker and jerked his head. “Seems like he’s checking out. Now that we’re not going to San Diego for a bit, are you gonna go on your own?”
Wheelie shook his head. “Elmore’s gonna be watching for me when he doesn’t hear back from this asshole. I’m gonna let some time pass and make him think that this piece of shit double-crossed him. Then, when he lets his guard down, I’ll strike. I’m asking Breaker to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t bolt.”
“You just let me know when you’re ready to go,” Animal said.
“Same here,” Smokey added while Throttle and Puck nodded in agreement.
“I will. If the sonofabitch doesn’t take off, I’ll wait until we go to help out Panther and the others.” Tucker’s chest looked like it stopped moving. “Check out this bastard to see if he’s dead yet,” Wheelie said to Puck.
Puck bent over Tucker’s face, listening near his mouth and nose. “Very faint breathing sounds.” He walked back over to the foot of the bed and sat down again.
After an hour, Tucker had stopped breathing completely. The men made sure they didn’t leave any telltale signs that they had been in the room. When they exited, they took off their gloves and walked around back in silence to their parked vehicles.
Animal took the plastic bag that held the empty shooters and their cups from Wheelie. The evidence would be burned in the ash pit behind the clubhouse.
“Later,” Wheelie said as he slid into the car. Tucker had died sooner than he’d thought, so he went to his house, took a quick shower, and put on a change of clothes. He looked forward to seeing Sofia soon and hoped that she’d understand that he couldn’t spend the night with her. Hawk had given him a second chance, and he didn’t want to disrespect him by fucking Sofia while she was still with Tigger. Once the divorce papers were signed, then Wheelie planned to move her into his home. The club—and Banger—would be okay with that.
Wheelie rolled his Harley out of the garage then fired her up and headed to Le Crystal.
The restaurant was dimly lit and the hostess led him to a booth in a dark corner away from most of the other diners. She handed him two menus and smiled.
“Thanks,” he said, putting the menus on the table.
“Do you have a lady joining you?”
“Yeah. I’ll have a double whiskey.”
The blonde hostess ran her eyes over him quickly and licked her lips. “Too bad… I’ll bring your drink.”
Twenty minutes into his drink, Wheelie checked his phone to see if Sofia had texted him and maybe he just didn’t hear it. Nothing. He went outside and looked around the parking lot and then smoked a joint while he kept his gaze fixed on the road.Maybe she’s lost, but why wouldn’t she text me?
A bad feeling grabbed at his gut. Wheelie went back into the restaurant. The hostess came over.
“It looks like your lady friend is late. Would you like another drink?”
“No, thanks.” Wheelie sent a text to Animal telling him to go over to Sofia’s house and see if she’s there. Seconds later, his phone pinged.
Animal:No need to. Tigger’s home. He, Cruiser & Skeet got in a few hrs ago.
The text sucker punched Wheelie, and he just stared at it for a long while before he motioned the waitress over, requesting the bill for the drink.
Wheelie:K. Thx, bro.
All he wanted to do was go home, put a steak on the grill, and get drunk.What the fuck? You knew the asshole was coming back.But the thought of Tigger pawing Wheelie’s Sofia—she was very much his woman—enraged him.The fucker will probably go to the club and fuck Tania or Charlotte.Tigger couldn’t seem to get enough of the new girls, and he was bugging them every chance he got.Just calm the fuck down.Wheelie started up his Harley and sped down the road.
Foreboding hummed along his limbs like an electric current pulsing just beneath the skin, and an icy dread prickled his neck as he leaned into the curve around the mountain.Something’s wrong. I feel it in my gut.
My woman’s in trouble. I just know it.
As fear slithered around Wheelie like a dark fog, he sped faster toward Sofia’s house.
Chapter Fifteen
The hot sunblazed down as Sofia adjusted her wide-brimmed hat while she worked in the garden. Looking at her phone, she realized three hours had already passed.Only two more hours until I see Wheelie. I better get inside and take a shower.Excitement wove through her at the anticipation of seeing him that night.
After putting away her gardening tools, Sofia walked into the house and froze when the scent of Tigger’s cologne suddenly assaulted her nostrils.Tigger’s supposed to be back tomorrow. He texted me and told me that.As she slowly entered the living room, her heart stopped as soon as she saw her husband standing there with his legs wide apart, arms crossed, and wearing a deep scowl.
