Page 29 of Promising Her Forever

“Well that went south pretty fast.” Ares whispers.

“I can hear you, you big loaf.”

“Did you just call me a loaf?”

“Yes.”

I can’t help laughing at them, even when Salvatore was yelling at his sister, I could feel the love that he has for her. And how scared he was for her. They’re reminding me that I never told my siblings about what’s been going on. They were all supposed to come down for my grand opening, but they called last night and said couldn’t make it. They were super sad, but after what happened today? I’m grateful now that they didn’t come out. I don’t know if they’ll hear about the shooting. And I don’t know how much I can tell them about my new family. I’ll have to talk to Fionn and ask him.

We spend about an hour with Fiorella and the family before heading back to the property. On the way back, I asked Oliver if we could stop by the shop. So we called Fionn to make sure they were okay with us coming by. He told us that they’re working on the security upgrades. It’s amazing how fast the family works to get things done.

When we get to my shop, we see the guys working inside and outside of the bakery, cafe and my shop. I walk over and Fionn gives me a kiss. Sebastiano explains how the new security will work to me and Daphne.

“So the security system is now connected. Your coffee shop, the bakery, cafe and Rella’s shop are connected together. The security room is in the bakery and there’s seven camera’s in each shop.” He explains as he points them out to us. “The main feed goes to the property, into our security room. I wanted to be able to see it there too. Because we have someone there twenty-four-seven. So you’ll always be able to alert us if something happens here.”

“How are we going to prove this was Playboy and his crew?” I ask.

“We have the eye-witnesses and they all made statements. The next thing we will do is wait for Scrapper to get here. I know you don’t quite understand how the family works yet. But you will, for now, Scrapper is the president of the Feral Raptors MC. They’re from England and they’re a chapter club of the Cimaruta MC.”

“So are they answer to your MC?” I ask.

“Basically, yes.” He nods.

“So Scrapper, is he like Playboy?”

“No. The old president, T-Rex was like Playboy. And Playboy was his Sargent-At-Arms. But when T-Rex was taken out, Scrapper gave some of them a choice and the ones who chose to stay, stayed. From what everyone knew, things were good. But when they come to the US, especially here to Chicago, they have to tell us. Apparently Playboy has decided the rules don’t apply to him and Scrapper wants to take his cut.”

“Cut?”

“The vest the MC wears, it tells people who we are and who we belong to.” Francesco says as he brings his over and shows me. His says Sgt-At-Arms and Bestia on the front.

“Bestia?”

“That’s my road name it means ‘Beast’. In Italian.”

“Do you all have a road name?”

“Yes, every patched member has a road name.”

“Sorry for all the questions, the only things I really know about MC’s is what I’ve seen on TV.” I chuckle.

“That’s what everyone says.” He laughs.

“Tomorrow we’ll put in the new bullet proof glass for all the shop fronts.” Fionn says.

I look at my shop and Fiorella’s shop and see all the front windows are boarded up. That’s how she got shot. From what the eye witnesses said, Playboy and his crew started shooting from my shop and stopped around Fiorella’s. It makes me sad to see the boards up on the windows.

Fionn

When we left the hospital, we headed straight to town to get the security systems upgraded. Between all of us, it took us about three hours to get them all up and hooked up. When Riley came down, we were just testing out the system and making sure everything was wired right. I can see the sadness in her eyes as she looks at all the windows that were shot out. I know we’ll find Playboy. The question is will we find him before he hurts one of us.

“My papà said that the prospect has Scrapper and his guys. They’re headed to the property now. We’ll meet up with them in an hour.” Francesco tells us.

“Has he heard from Playboy?” I ask.

“Yes. And Playboy knows Scrapper’s coming and that he needs to talk to him. I don’t think he knows what’s going to happen. But even if he does, it doesn’t really matter. Scrapper plans of kicking out of the club.”

“Are they having him come to the clubhouse?” Sebastiano asks.