Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 20
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Mad Dog
May 25th, 1998
“You free now, Prez?” Karma asked as he stuck his head into my office.
“Yeah, come on in and grab you a chair,” I told him. “If it's what you want to do, I think we need to have some of the boys follow Jade and see what she's been getting into. We need something on her to get those kids home. You could go ahead and take her to court, but it would take a while. If we can get something on her, it would be a lot faster getting them back here.”
“Agreed, Prez. Whatever we have to do. I think it's time to get them home before she destroys Zoey and Noah. They've both told me they want to come back,” Karma commented.
“Hmm, gotta ask you, Brother, you willing to do anything to get them here?”
“Yeah.”
“Even if it means we have to plant something on her?”
“Yeah, Prez. Since she left, she’s changed. It would be different if she was still a good mom, but she's fucking not. The kids say she's not even home half the time and that the times she is at home she's either drunk or high, plus she's been bringing men home and Zoey said a couple have scared her. Fuck, I should have already tried court, but with being in the MC, I figured if I got the wrong judge, I'd be screwed.”
“Probably so, Brother,” I told him as I picked up my phone and called Rebel.
“Yeah, Prez, whatcha need?” he asked as he answered the phone.
“You in the Clubhouse?”
“Yes, sir. I am.”
“Pred with you?”
“Yeah, Prez, he is.”
“Need y'all in my office now.”
“On our way.”
It didn't take the boys a minute and they were at the door. I motioned them inside.
“Got something I need you to do. Would ask Streak and Axel since they know the area well, but they would be known to the person I need you to watch. We are gonna get Karma's younger kids back. Need you to go keep a watch on their mother, Jade. As bad as I hate to tell you this, think you need to leave off your Prospect cuts. I don't want her to have any idea she is being followed by the MC. Get with Karma for the info on where she's living. Keep your heads up for anything, got me?” I said to them as I laid out what I needed from them.
“Gotcha, Prez.”
I nodded at Karma then he got up and followed the boys out to give them all the pertinent information that they would need.
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Chapter 3
There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something tomorrow.
~Orison Swett Marden~
Ava
May 28th, 1998
I looked around the dingy trailer I was calling home this month and grimaced. I'd been here for two weeks now and already wanted to move. I decided when I came back to Rogers that I wouldn't stay in any one place more than a month at a time. My hope being this tactic would make it harder to find me, if anyone decided to look for me, that is.
I'd been back a little over two months now and was getting frustrated. I hadn't learned anything new about Mr. Miller. My problem was I didn't have a clue how to go about finding any information on him. What little bit I found out about him on the internet hadn’t helped me in the least. I also wasn't any closer to finding my biker hero.
I had managed to get a job bartending at a bar called The Watering Hole. I’d been told one night when I went out bar hopping, hunting for information on bikers, was that the only bikers around this area usually frequented this bar. Unfortunately, the other bartender, Rick, was as new as I was there. He had moved up from Little Rock and didn't know anything about any MC's around here or if there were even any in this area. I had subtly tried to question Macky, the old man who owned the bar, but he just stared at me hard and walked away. I felt like he knew something, but he wasn't about to tell me what.
Then, just my damn luck, I was off this past Saturday, my first since I had started two months ago, and Rick said a damn biker came in. He'd said the name on the back of the cut said Angel's Rebellion out of Arkansas, but he didn't catch the guy's name. And of course, the waitress, Trish, only worked weekends and wouldn't be in for another day. But at least I did learn one thing, the club was from Arkansas. So hopefully this was the MC I was looking for. At least it was more information than I previously had. All I could do now was pray this was my biker hero's club.
I patted my waist and ankle, double checking that I did have my guns strapped on, grabbed my helmet, my phone, checked my back pocket for my driver's license and money, then headed out the door to work. I got on my baby, a 1983 Harley XR 1000, put the key in and started her up. As I put on my helmet, I thought about how much I fucking loved my bike. I frowned slightly. Brian wouldn't know what to make of me if he could see me today.
For a girl who never use to cuss, my favorite word anymore was fuck. I pulled out onto the road and headed toward work as I briefly thought about my new vocabulary. Yeah, this was one woman who had made a complete one hundred eighty degrees change over the last seven years. The long blonde hair was gone, replaced with short silver colored hair. The fair skin on my arms was now covered in solid sleeve tattoos. My favorite color to wear was black and my shoe of choice were biker boots.
I flew through