Track growled low. “Winters is Knight’s territory. Another MC coming in should make him nervous.”
“One would think.” Hendricks rocked on his heels, thumbs hooked into his belt. “The Knights have been in this area for over twenty years. Not sure what Miller is thinking. He’s an asshole. Never takes anything seriously.”
“I agree with you there.” I looked sidelong at Track. His jaw twitched as he glared at Hendricks.
“So, what are you going to do about this?” Hendricks looked at the brick building, turning to me for an answer.
I shrugged my shoulders. “Rebuild.”
“I meant—”
“Know what you meant, Sheriff…” I sighed. “Let’s go.” I nodded to Track.
Hendricks stepped back. “I spoke to Eve this morning.”
“Oh yeah? You tell her about this?” I jerked my chin toward the boutique. She’d sent me a text this morning like I’d asked her to do every day. I knew she and the boys were okay, but I wasn’t sure if Hendricks would tell her about the fire.
He shook his head. “Nah. You don’t need to worry. I knew you’d want to tell her.”
My Uncle Matt trusted the Sheriff. I wished I could too, but I only trusted my club brothers. “I’ll tell her when she gets back. Don’t want to ruin her trip.”
“I figured as much. Let me know if you need anything.” Hendricks nodded, strolling to his vehicle.
The only thing I’d ever need from Hendricks was to turn a blind eye. Everything else, I’d handle.
Time to pay Sheriff Bush a little visit. Make sure we’re all on the same page regarding the Hunters in Winters Township.
Maybe I’d catch a glimpse of Madeline while I was there.
11
Madeline
Why did I let Tara and Steph talk me into line dancing? All I wanted to do was binge-watchSons of Anarchy.Clearly, I was an idiot obsessing over all things MC.
That past week, I’d read two MC romance series. Holy crap, they were violent. I chalked it up to being fiction. But then, a lot of extreme shit happened on theSOAshow. Again, fiction.
I couldn’t get enough of it either.
The character Jax Teller reminded me of Storm in some ways. He was definitely some nice eye-candy. Seeing his backside was a bonus.
I’d found myself trying to find similarities because I was so damn furious at Storm. How could the jerk get me so into him and then leave me in my hotel room all hot and bothered? It was a beyond shitty thing to do.
Since I hadn’t fessed up about Storm being at Lake Waleska, I had no choice but to go to The Wild Hog with my girlfriends.
I so didn’t want to be here.
Loud country music drowned out my thoughts regarding Storm. People danced and drank, having a grand time. The booze tickled my fancy, but then I’d just received my third rum and coke, so I was nearing my limit before being drunk off my ass.
What could I do? Only suck it up… and drink until I didn’t give a crap anymore.
Tara and Steph kicked it up on the dance floor. The brats ditched me for the first guy who asked them to dance. Traitors.
“Would you like to dance?”
I tipped my head up, straw in my mouth, to a tall, handsome man smiling at me. Blond hair combed to the side, sky-blue eyes, clean-shaven. He had on tight-fitting jeans and a pair of western boots.
I raked my eyes up and down the length of his body several times. My mother would approve. She would’ve hated Storm, but his guy? He would get Sara’s seal of approval. To receive my mom’s blessing was the pinnacle achievement. Storm would’ve never gotten it.