Page 12 of Deadly Secrets

“The Ol’ Ladies are checking into the hotel with our prospects,” Havoc informs Bulldog while cutting his eyes to our Prez. Ever since Raegan gave birth, Stone’s been psycho about where she and his son, Jett, are. Havoc is the same way. They both have trackers on their women and he has even convinced Sutton to put one under her skin so that he knows where she is at all times. Can’t say that I blame Havoc though. With her being kidnapped for months and us believing she was killed in a house explosion, it makes a man do crazy shit.

“Why are they staying there and not here?” Bulldog says with an edge in his tone, making my shoulders roll back as I place my now empty bottle of beer on the table. His glaring eyes hold Stone’s unyielding ones.

Havoc leans back in his chair not bothered by Bulldog’s tension.

“No offense, brother, but have you ever had two babies crying nonstop in the middle of the night as you’re trying to get your rocks off?” Havoc tosses out. “Nothing says cockblocker more than that.”

Hammer and Dagger both chuckle. “Can’t imagine I’ve ever had that happen before.”

Bulldog relaxes after that explanation.

“They’re coming by tomorrow to see everyone,” Havoc informs them. “Wanted to get the boys settled in after the long car ride.”

Stone leans forward, his voice dropping a notch. “What’s got you all riled up, Cole?” Bulldog and Prez have been friends since they prospected together as teens.

Bulldog shakes his head then downs the rest of his drink. “Nothing,” he shrugs, trying to play it off. “Got some stuff going on at home.”

“Like what?” Stone asks.

“Our Prez is trying to claim an Ol’ Lady, but she ain’t about it,” Hammer says with a chuckle, then winces when his Prez elbows his midsection.

We are the closest with our Dead Road Montana Chapter; probably because Stone and Bulldog were best friends when they went through being patched in. Even though they are the farthest club from us, they are the first one we call before the Arizona Chapter.

“You found someone?” The shock in Stone’s voice is evident.

Bulldog rolls his eyes then snatches up a full beer from the pack.

“Met a woman in a bad spot on the way back from your club earlier in the year,” he starts to tell us. “You know, that Colombian cartel issue.”

“And…” Stone drawls, waiting for his friend to give us more than that.

“And what? She’s great. Has had a rough life and is not about committing to anything,” he tells us.

“And what do you think of her?” Havoc asks Hammer and Dagger.

“Only met her a handful of times in passing,” Dagger shrugs. “She’s got a kid that keeps her busy. Not sure she understands what an MC is.”

“How does she not know about Dead Road if she’s known you for over eight months?” I finally speak up in the conversation.

“He doesn’t bring her here,” Hammer says, downing his beer, grabbing for another.

“Does she know you’re in a club?” Stone asks.

“He’s letting her rent the house next door to him,” Dagger says. “But he’s never brought her here before. She dances at The Fox Hole.”

“You’re trying to lock down a stripper?” Stone asks, raising his eyebrows. “What’s the kid’s father say about all this?”

Bulldog lets out a long sigh.

“She’s different,” he mumbles, then starts rubbing the back of his neck. “Was just helping her out. Got her out of a bad situation in Butte and brought her up here. It’s complicated but the kid’s father is in prison for murder and isn’t getting out for another decade or so.”

“Never thought you wanted kids let alone would be ok with helping raise someone else’s kid,” Stone says, never taking his eyes off his friend. “Sounds like you’ve grown attached to someone who isn’t involved in the club scene.”

“This kid’s different, man. Plays football and baseball like I’ve never seen.” He thinks for a second then shrugs something off. “You’ll meet her tomorrow when I take you over to show you the place.” Bulldog runs a really successful strip joint here in Great Falls. Since I’m in charge of the one we’re opening, I thought I’d go and see what they do and try to model it.

It’s not my place to judge but I wouldn’t be letting my woman strip for other men. Not sure how Bulldog runs his joint but most strip clubs have the girls turning tricks for extra cash and I’m not about to share my woman with others if I’m ready to lock her down.

Dagger pats his cut, pulling out his phone beside me. He listens intently for a few moments before saying, “We’ll take care of it.”