Page 28 of Puck (The Lost Boys MC)
And they were ruthless to a fault.
The fuck?
Most of the cars coming into and pulling out of the place were rundown and rusted out. There were a few newer soccer mom vans that pulled in from time to time, but nothing out of the ordinary. However, when the gleaming back outside of a behemoth SUV pulled into a parking space on the other side of the lot, the hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end.
As I watched three men in black suits get out.
Fuck, that has to be the cartel.
The men themselves were dressed in all black, as if that wasn’t eye-drawing enough. They buttoned their suit coats and looked around in their black-as-night sunglasses before making their way toward the concrete steps. Everything in my gut told me to follow them. Everything in my body screamed that this was my moment. So, I pushed off my bike and started toward the front doors.
Before my phone buzzed.
“What the fuck do you want?” I growled to myself.
I ripped my phone out of my pocket just as the men in black walked through the front doors. I sighed when I saw it was Stone and I knew I couldn’t ignore his phone call, but damn it I sure as hell wanted to.
But I decided to close some distance and I raced up the concrete steps before tucking myself away into a corner beside the front doors.
“Yes?” I asked as I picked up the phone.
Stone’s voice sounded gruff. “We just got things wrapped up here at the clubhouse. You’ll be dropping Brigid off at home once you two are done. I’m shooting you her address as well as her personal number. It’ll help you keep tabs on her the way her father wants her to be kept.”
I blinked. “Sounds fair enough to me.”
“Also, you’ll be watching over her the rest of the night, per her father’s stipulations. So, I hope you have a change of clothes with you.”
I almost swallowed my tongue. “You know I’ve always got my go-bag ready.”
“Good man.”
“But can I ask why he wants me to—”
“No, you can’t,” he said flatly. “All I know is that he requested it, and what he wants, he gets.”
I sucked air through my teeth. “Fair enough. I’ll make it happen.”
“Thanks. I’ll check in later this evening. And remember our talk.”
I rolled my eyes. “How can I forget? Our talks are always so memorable.”
Instead of responding, he hung up on me, which gave me time to be royally pissed that I had been put on fucking babysitting duty. But just as he said, a text rolled through my phone from an unknown number that held both the number I already had for Brigid as well as her apartment address.
“She’s not gonna like this,” I murmured to myself.
Still, I shoved my phone back into my pocket and made my way inside. I needed to find those men in the suits before they fucked everything up. But I didn’t even get past the front desk before a woman with a thick accent rushed to stop me.
“Oh, no, no, no! Sir! You can’t go back there without signing in.”
I kept my head on a swivel. “All right, where do I sign in?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Are you okay? Are you looking for someone in particular?”
I didn’t know the name of her fucking contact, so I had no idea what to say. And when our eyes met, she shook her head.
“Out,” she commanded.
I rolled my eyes. “Ma’am, this is an emergency.”
She folded her arms over her chest. “Really, now? Are you a police officer?”
I groaned. “No.”
“Are you with an ambulance? Did someone call 9-1-1?”
I clicked my tongue. “No, but—”
“Are you with the president? Or someone as equally important?”
I snickered. “Okay, okay, I get your point. But can I just ask you one question?”
Her face fell flat. “What?”
“Did three men in all-black suits come in and check in? Because it’s important that I know who they’re here to see?”
She furrowed her brow. “Sir, if three men in all-black suits came into this facility, I’d be doing a little more than checking them in.”
I nodded slowly. “Uh huh.”
The more I gazed around, the more I realized how opulent this place was. I mean, the floors were this beautiful hardwood color and the counter of the circular front desk was a gorgeous white and gold marble. The artwork on the wall had prices beneath the pictures, and some of the prices ranged into the tens of thousands.
This isn’t a city clinic.
Which meant that three men in black suits would fit in well in this place, despite what this woman had just told me.
“Sir,” she said as she interrupted my thoughts, “if you aren’t here to visit someone and you aren’t going to sign in, you have to get out.”
I took a step back from her. “Right, right. Thank you for your time.”
