“Oh, Jesus,” Ellis said. “Knocking off online orders? That’s what we’ve become?”
“That’s prospect shit right there, bro,” Reese said.
“Are you going to ride my ass, or do you want to know that Josie is here?”
“What?” Reese asked. He grabbed the phone out of Zac’s hand and looked at the screen.
“Josie is here,” Zac said.
Sure enough, there was Josie, parking her car on the opposite side of the lot from where the guys all parked their motorcycles. She climbed out of the car and looked around.
“Can I zoom in?” Reese asked.
“Why? Just go talk to her.”
Reese gritted his teeth and tossed the phone back to Zac.
It was a little risky to have Josie here right now. Reese wanted to trust that Levi wouldn’t say anything to the other guys about the drugs. But Levi was the club’s President and the highest acting President, considering all the takedowns going on. Which meant his priority was always the MC over anything else.
Reese just didn’t want everyone to go after Josie. She was pregnant and stress like that could hurt the baby.
Why the fuck do I care? It’s not my kid. She got herself pregnant… and having a pregnancy test in a bag like that? That’s not something planned. That’s a scared to death thing. Trying to think back to a month ago and figure out who she fucked.
By the time Reese got outside, he was seething. Josie was maybe twenty feet away and she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes looked up to the building and back down to Reese.
“I forgot you have cameras,” she said.
“Security purposes, sweetheart,” Reese said. “Did you come back for your bag?”
“Actually, I did,” Josie said.
They both started to approach each other slowly.
“I have your bag,” Reese said. “Some stuff obviously missing.”
He watched her swallow hard. “Did you talk to the guys about it?”
“Not yet. Mentioned it to Levi though.”
“Everything okay here?”
“We’re solid,” Reese said. “Everyone is out of jail.”
“That’s good. I talked to Harvey for a few minutes. He said it’s all bullshit. Which I figured. Trying to get someone to flip and turn on you guys and Jefferson.”
Reese grinned. “You still talk like you’re around this place.”
“Cop’s daughter,” Josie said.
“More like an outlaw tongue.”
“Whatever, Reese. Tell me what you need from me. I don’t want Starla to end up in trouble. Or any of the other girls…”
“First off, sweetheart, I don’t give a shit about Starla and her precious, silicone feelings. Okay? Or anyone else in that place. This MC is tied to that club. We keep it alive. We have rules that have to be followed. We’re not the fucking badge where you’re going to get warnings and trials and prison. We deal differently.”
“Yeah, you just kill people,” Josie said and swallowed hard again.
“I’m trying to do you a favor here, Josie. So, we can figure out where that shit came from. You and I both know that that stuff wasn’t just for fun. And if Starla is moving garbage through this town for another club or a gang…”