Page 23 of Puck (The Lost Boys MC)
Then, I slid silently back into my original spot.
“I don't know about this contact,” Texas murmured.
Clancy scoffed. “My daughter has never once been wrong.”
Brigid smiled and turned on the charm. “It’s okay, Daddy. We can always compromise. I can do some digging on my own, and if they aren’t satisfied with my information, they can always have someone come in to meet Lori as a visitor and do their own evaluation in person. After all, if we’re going to be working together, then it needs to be a team effort, right?”
She bit down onto that last word and even Texas—the mountain man of muscle—cracked his neck to relieve the tension she had tossed in his direction. And as Clancy placed a proud hand on his daughter’s shoulder, I watched as Brigid smiled up at him.
The two of them looked so much alike, it was uncanny.
“A leanbh, someone that knows Carlos and his operation very well will be of great use to us on this journey. When can you go to get more information for us?”
She looked down at her watch. “Well, I’m off tomorrow, so I could put in a last-minute request for volunteer time and see where that gets me.”
Rowan nodded as he clasped his hands behind his back. “And if that doesn’t work, she can always check in as a guest just to visit with this Lori. Right?”
Brigid giggled. “Took the words right out of my mouth as always.”
Rowan winked at her. “I’ve always got your back, you know that.”
Their family seemed to be close and it almost made me jealous. Ruby and I fought more than anything else and it wasn’t as if we had other siblings—or even parents—that were proud of us.
But Clancy’s voice ripped me out of my trance. “Puck.”
I turned my gaze in his direction. “Yes, sir?”
“Tomorrow, you’re to go with my daughter and make sure she’s safe. You don’t have to enter the facility with her, but you make sure she gets there okay, isn’t attacked while she’s in the building, and you make sure she gets home okay. Got it?”
I peeked over at Stone and he nodded his head, so I obliged. “Of course. You have my word.”
Shea, the one who hadn’t spoken yet, stepped toward me. He hovered over me by at least four inches, and the scar across his face boasted of a powerful story that probably ended with the other guy dead at the bottom of the damn river.
His deep voice filled the entire room as he spoke. “You protect her with your life or it’s mine. Got it?”
Brigid clicked her tongue. “Don’t frighten the poor man.”
But all I did was grin. “I’ll die before she does; you have my word on that.”
Shea nodded. “Good.”
He went back to stand beside his brothers as I tried my hardest not to let thoughts of Brigid on the back of my bike run away with me.
Fourteen
Brigid
I have to be alone with him again? What?!
Even though Dad said he didn’t have to come into the rehab center with me, I knew he would. Puck struck me as the kind of guy that wouldn’t let me out of his sight unless told otherwise and that pissed me off. Did Dad really not feel like I could take care of myself? Because if he was actually concerned, he would’ve sent Rowan with me. The two of us were the closest in age and shared a lot of the same childhood memories. We thought alike, talked alike, and fought alike every time we sparred. We were two peas in the same pod—the obvious person to send to help protect me.
So, why the hell was my father sending Puck, of all people, with me tomorrow?
Jesus fuck, maybe he knows.
Or maybe, just maybe, he saw something in Puck that I hadn’t yet. And that warranted enough time around each other to take a second look.
So long as Dad never found out that we had already fucked one another.
Fifteen
Puck
Just keep cool. Maybe it’s fate.
My eyes followed Brigid as she stepped out of the room, and the second she slipped out of sight, someone tugged my arm. I was dragged away from the throng of testosterone that had filled our temporary clubhouse as I made my way into the kitchen.
And it wasn’t until Stone turned to face me that I straightened my back.
“What’s up?” I asked.
His gaze slid down my form. “I don’t think I need to remind you of how important this contact is.”
I shook my head. “Nope, you don’t.”
He took a step toward me. “Then I also don’t need to tell you that the I.I.A. isn’t someone to fuck with.”
“Nope, that’s not needed, either.”
He placed his hand on my shoulder. “Then I also don’t have to tell you that Brigid, in turn, is really not someone to fuck with. Figuratively or literally.”
