Page 147 of The Clover Chapel (Jamison Valley 2)
“Okay.” I sagged further into his chest, giving him my weight.
“This fucking sucks.”
I nodded in agreement as my stomach churned. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
Draven
When my fist connected with the man’s cheek, I felt the bones break before the loud crack echoed through the room.
“One more time, Wrecker. How many times did you break into my daughter-in-law’s house?” I asked.
Wrecker was currently duct taped to a metal chair in the basement of the Tin Gypsy compound.
The Warriors had honored their agreement to hand over Jinx and Wrecker. Jinx was history. Wrecker would be too, but not before I found out if the Warriors had been the ones breaking into Emmeline’s house.
“Just that once,” Wrecker mumbled through a bleeding mouth full of broken teeth.
“I think he’s telling the truth, Prez,” Jet said by my side.
“Yeah.”
When Emmeline had mentioned that her house had been broken into more than once, I’d gotten an uneasy feeling. Motorcycle clubs like the Gypsies and Warriors rarely made mistakes. Fuck-ups meant jail time. Or death. It didn’t sit right that the Warriors would mount two failed break-in attempts before finally grabbing her on the third.
Now I knew why I had been feeling so uneasy.
Nick and everyone else had made the wrong assumption. The Warriors weren’t the only ones that had gone after Emmeline. There was someone else.
I had promised Nick I would make things right. For once, I wanted to follow through on a commitment to my son. I hadn’t been able to keep his mother safe. I could make damn sure his wife was out of harm’s way.
Someone else out there was threatening my family and they would pay.
I just had to figure out who.
Nick
“Are you sure you’re okay? I can cancel the hike,” I told Emmy.
“I’m fine,” she said, waving me out of the bedroom.
“You’ve been sick all night.”
“It’s just stress and nerves. As soon as I get to the spa and can relax, drink some cucumber water, I’ll be as good as new. And I’m looking forward to catching up with Steffie. I’ve missed her. We need some girl time.”
“Cucumber water? That sounds disgusting,” I teased.
“It’s delicious.” She smiled. “Now get out of here. I need to jump in the shower and you can’t be late to pick up my father. Let’s not give him any more ammunition.”
“Fine,” I said. “I’m taking him up the same trail I took you on. The cell coverage is good so if you need anything, just call.”
“Okay. Love you,” she said, climbing out of bed.
I bent to kiss the top of her head as she walked to the bathroom. “Love you too.”
I felt like an asshole for leaving my sick wife. It was this entire visit from her father. She was as tense and anxious as I’d ever seen her. I doubted Trent wanted to go on this hike any more than I did but the bastard would probably hold it against me forever if I canceled.
At least it would give us a chance to talk without Emmy around.
I’d seen it in his eyes last night at dinner. He had some things to tell me. Fine. I had a few choice words for Trent myself. Today we’d both get the chance to speak our minds, and Emmy, hopefully, would be none the wiser.
