Page 4 of Cruel Biker

“Star, I don’t know if you know her. She’s one of the club women,” she said.

“I know her.”

She watched as her father opened his mouth and then closed it. “What?” she asked.

“Nothing, sweetheart. It’s nothing. What do you need from me?”

She clenched her hands together. This was her father. Direct. To the point. “I don’t know. Do you think it would be okay for me to stay here? Casey and I bought that house together, but it’s probably part of the club or something.” This was mortifying.

“You can stay here as long as you want, and yes, you can continue your blog or whatever it is you need.” Her father looked down at his watch. “I do have to go. Your mother would love to have you and she would love to help you as well.” Her father kissed her cheek. “I love you, pumpkin.”

“I love you too, Daddy. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” He looked at her and she smiled at him, thankful he was handling this really well.”

****

There was still no sigh of Wen.

Bolt pulled out his cell phone and sent another text. There were a dozen unanswered.

He didn’t like not knowing where she was, or what she was doing. They needed to talk. The house was so quiet without her in it, and he couldn’t stay. There was no way he was staying in his and Wen’s house without her there. So, he left and came to the clubhouse.

The guys were not talking to him. Star had visited his room last night, but he told her to fuck off. Last night was not the time. He had seen a couple of the guys giving her a wide berth, and she was at the clubhouse with all three kids. Was she just trying to make this worse?

His parents were currently not speaking to him.

Morwenna was due to work at the garage today, so he planned to go there.

At the sound of a gun firing, Casey reached for his weapon, and it was then he realized a bullet had hit the ground near him. He turned in the direction of the attack, and he should have known Gus Graves would be here. His father-in-law made it abundantly clear that he never liked him, although he never let it show at any family get-togethers.

This man loved his daughter. He was loyal.

Bolt held his hands up, showing that he wasn’t firing his weapon. Several of the club men came out, including his dad, but when they saw it was Gus, they all stopped. Gus loaded his shotgun, and he approached, holding it up, ready to fight.

“You know where Wen is, and I need to speak to her. Please, Gus, I know—”

“Mr. Graves,” Gus said. “My name is Mr. Graves.”

There was no point in arguing with him. Mr. Graves had told him the only way to stay on his good side was to make sure he never hurt Wen.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “But you need to tell me where Wen is.”

“Morwenna. Her name is Morwenna, and it is about time you learned to say her name.”

He let out a breath. Mr. Graves was one scary guy.

“Look, I need to talk to Wen, I mean, Morwenna.” He held his hands up and watched as Mr. Graves looked toward the small park.

Star was there, with the three kids, but they looked fine. They thought it was just a game. In time, they would learn any threat to take seriously, but as kids, they were not troubled by the action.

“Does she know?” he asked.

He looked at him a little taken aback. “About?”

“Your kids?” Mr. Graves said.

Casey felt how sick he had gotten. No one had ever outright told him that to his face. Although he knew all three were his, as he had the paternity tests, and he paid for everything. “No.”