“It’s time I moved on. I’m only going to get my heart broken here. That is all my fault, just so you know. No one else is to blame for this.”
Drake frowned at that. No one here was going to break Chloe’s heart. She never let anyone close enough.
Richard, she did.
He was going to kill that bastard. Richard was the one to make her cry as well. He’d bet every single cent he owned that he was the cause of this reaction. The club was going to want to have a word with Richard. There was no way he was getting away with this kind of shit. He knew that Chloe had tried to take a step back because of her feelings for Richard, but this was different. Richard had gone looking for her. He knew this because Richard had asked about Chloe. Yes, Chloe was a club girl, but she was one of the good ones.
Chloe climbed into the passenger seat, and Grace hesitated. “We’ll take care of her.”
“I thought it was just a two bedroom apartment.”
“We can share. The beds are pretty big. We’ll figure something out. We’re all women here.” She ran fingers through her hair. “Do you still want to go and see a movie?”
“Yes.” He gripped her waist, and leaned in close, kissing her cheek. “Take care. Call me when you get back to your apartment.”
“I don’t have your number.”
“Chloe does. Get it from her, and I’ll be waiting.”
Grace nodded. “Bye.”
Stepping away from the car, Drake sighed.
“Is anyone going to tell me what the fuck is going on?” Jerry asked.
Several of the brothers nodded their head in agreement.
“She was perfectly fine this morning,” Pixie said.
“Something clearly upset her,” Caleb said. He had his arm wrapped around Kitty Cat, who was close to them like Chloe was.
“Richard,” Drake said. “The last time I spoke to her she was talking to him. It makes perfect sense. She’s been pining after him for some time.”
“I saw him give her a bear,” Cora said. “He wouldn’t hurt her.”
“This is not the kind of hurt that comes from being called names,” James said. “I think it’s time we pay our lawyer a visit. I’m not happy about this, and I want to know what the hell has been going on.”
Several of the brothers volunteered. In the end, James took him, Caleb, Pixie, and Damon along for the ride, leaving the others to assist Teri in cleaning up. Cora went home to deal with whatever she had to deal with.
They each straddled their bikes, and took off toward the office where Richard had set up shop. He was a well respected lawyer who helped the Dirty Fuckers out of a few pickles along the way. Regardless of how many problems Richard had helped, it didn’t mean they would allow him to walk over one of their own, club whore or not. They didn’t like the fact Chloe had left the club. She wanted an entire separation from the club.
They entered Richard’s office and ignored the young secretary on the front desk. They didn’t even knock, simply walked into the office. Drake was ready to beat the shit out of the fucker.
Richard was on
the phone, and the moment he saw them, he hung up. “What can I do for you?”
“You can tell us what you did to Chloe?” James asked, resting his knuckles on the desk, and glaring at the other man.
The calm, relaxed lawyer disappeared. “Not that I think it’s any of your business. What’s wrong with her?”
“She decided to leave the club. She’s moved in with Grace and Suzy. Are you going to tell me why? You’re the only problem I see. Did you treat her wrong when you took her to the private rooms?”
Richard cursed, standing up. “I’d never do anything to hurt her. I tried talking to her. I even tried to give her the fucking bear—”
“Chloe’s not the kind of woman you try to bribe,” Pixie said, growling each word out.
“It wasn’t a bribe. I won the fucking bear, and I gave it to Chloe. She didn’t take it anyway, and she walked the fuck away from me. I figured she was going back to the club.” Richard ran fingers through his hair.