He strode toward me, not waiting for anyone. Some things never changed. He removed his shades and tucked them into his vest pocket.
“Prez,” I grunted, standing boot to boot with my father.
“Storm. Before we get started, I want a word in private.” His stormy gray eyes bore into mine. “Take me to your office.” It wasn’t a request. He turned on his heel and led the way intomyclubhouse. Because he was the National President of Knight’s Legion MC, I didn’t have any other choice but to do as he said.
“Stay cool,” Track whispered as I passed.
Everyone watched us in awe. Seeing us together wasn’t a common sight. Even when attending the annual Knight’s Legion event, I avoided my dad at all costs.
From the back, he looked like Uncle Matt. My chest tightened, wishing he were here instead of my old man.
Dad had his phone to his ear. “Jane, we made it. I’ll call you tonight after we get Storm’s woman back.”
Christ, the confidence in his voice had my chest practically caving in on my heart. How was it that a grown man could feel reduced to a snotty-nosed kid in front of his father? This was why he was the national president. He was all swagger and arrogance, never believing he couldn’t do what he set his mind to do.
I was like him on a smaller scale. More hotheaded and stubborn too. But there was no doubt in my mind he had his own agenda.
What the fuck was hereallydoing here?