Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 53
A fucking judge, what were the odds. I never asked Sarge what the man's last name was, I didn't care. I had just wanted him dead. Surely there was no way in hell it could be the same person. But I had to find out and now. I grabbed my phone and dialed Sarge's number.
“What's up, Dog? Everything okay there?” Sarge asked me after he picked up.
“Got a quick question for you, Sarge. Can't stay on the phone but a minute. What was the name of that judge?”
I heard my dad take a deep breath, “Something wrong?” he asked.
“Just need to know, Sarge.”
“Courtway, his name is Joseph Courtway. His son's name was Michael.”
“Okay, Sarge. Thanks for the info. I'll talk to you later.”
“Wait, son, what's going on?”
“Can't talk right now. I'll call you later,” I said right before I hung up the phone.
I took a deep breath and released it. That fucking bastard was involved in this. I felt it all the way to my bones. What were the fucking odds?
“Let me guess, Amy. Courtway's first name is Joseph,” I said to her.
“Yeah, that's it. Now you guys want to tell me what the fuck is going on?” she remarked.
I dragged my hands down my face, then looked at the guys. All of their expressions were grim. I blew out a breath.
“You will have to sign a non-disclosure statement right now before I will even think of discussing any of this with you, Amy.”
“Bring it on,” she said.
I nodded at Seer and he got up and headed toward his office. We sat in silence until he returned about two minutes later.
He slid the paper over to her and she began reading it. As soon as she was through, she picked up a pen he slid to her next and signed the paper. Seer asked to see her driver's license then got out his stamp and filled out all the required information then used his seal to stamp it. Seer was our notary and by stamping any papers, this proved that the signatures were all done voluntarily, and the person was who they said they were and agreed to what they were signing.
“Okay, spill. I'm curious as fuck.” She demanded.
Damn this woman had balls of steel. I seriously liked that about her.
“Gonna run through something with you, afterwards we'll talk about it.”
“All right”.
I then proceeded to tell her Ava's story, then mine.
“That bastard,” she raged when I was through. “Tell me you're gonna do something to Miller's sorry ass? Is there anything I can do? I'll do whatever you need. That's just fucking bullshit right there. He needs a bullet between the eyes.”
“Damn, you're seriously pissed,” I muttered.
“How did you all react the first time you heard this? Because if y'all weren't pissed then I'm in the wrong damn place.”
I smiled at her. Fuck yeah, this woman was club material and then some. She was fucking smart as hell.
“We all felt like you do right now, Amy,” Viper commented, then shrugged. “I even offered to go kill him then.”
She nodded at him, “I'm pretty good with a gun too. Makes me want to go shoot his ass.”
“So, you still want to be a club girl?” I asked.
“Yeah, I do. Even more so now,” she stated as she took the last drink of her beer. “What do y'all need me to do at the office?”
“For now, nothing. Just keep working like normal. We need to discuss this, make plans,” I said.
“I can do that,” she stated. “What will be my living situation?”
“You'll have your own room with a private bath.”
“I can work with that. I would like to start being here each night from now on if that's okay?”
“Anxious, are you?” Blood asked her, his eyes slightly hooded.
“You have no idea,” she replied as she looked at him.
“You two go get a damn room,” I stated.
Watching them made my thoughts go back to Ava and watching her bite her bottom lip. Fuck knows why that turned me on so much, but it did.
“Gladly, Brother,” Blood uttered.
“Keep your ass sitting right there, we still have one more interview.”
He jerked his head indicating he heard me, but his eyes were devouring Amy and she was doing a pretty good job of reciprocating.
“Amy?”
“Hmm?”
“Amy,” I snapped, and she jerked her head around and looked at me.
“Sorry, I got distracted,” She said as she glanced back over at Blood and licked her lips.
“How long will it take you to be ready to move?” I asked her.
With apparent effort, she dragged her eyes off Blood and looked at me. “Umm, I will need to shut down my apartment. That is going to require getting a storage unit and storing the majority of my things. I might need some help lifting the furniture,” she informed us.
“That's not a problem. The Prospects can help you with anything you need moved. Just let us know when and they'll be there. If you don't mind hanging around, we will need to talk to all of you again. We need to go over paperwork, get you set up with a phone, and other things.”
“I don't have any problems staying, and a phone? I have one.”
“All the girls have to get rid of their personal phones and use one provided by the club, is that gonna be a problem for you?”
“Nope, one less bill. Not a problem at all.”
“All right, girl. Welcome to the club. If you don't mind going out and telling Creed to send Clair back, we'd appreciate it.” I told her.
“Don't mind it at all,” she said as she got to her feet.
She walked slowly toward the door, working