Chapter Twenty-Three
Bentley
As soon as I get to the clubhouse, I get a glimpse of the girl's face. Her makeup is smeared all over and big black trails run down her face from her eyeliner and mascara. When she sees me, she comes running toward me. She wraps her arms around me, and I hold my hands up for a second before I finally relax.
I know that if Brynn sees this girl on me, she will get pissed, but I can't think about that right now. I need to figure out who the fuck did this shit. Someone is going after our girls, and that shit doesn't go down in our territory.
"I need you to stay right here; I need to talk to Prez." She nods her head, quickly, releasing me. I walk over to where my old man and brothers are standing. "What the fuck happened?" I ask when I stop in front of them.
"She just showed up here saying that some guy came in and paid for a private dance. When they went to the back, he held her down and tried to rape her. She put up a hell of a fight and kicked him in the nuts before he could do too much damage. She got out of there and alerted the boys, and they secured him in the shop." Dom is the one who has been calling the shots lately, and we all know it's because our old man is going to be stepping down soon.
All he talks about is being a better father to our baby sister than he was to us. I think he just wants to make up for letting us raise ourselves and Anslie being raised by that bitch she calls Mom.
"Let's figure this shit before it gets worse. I don't want whoever this is to go after our women next," I state. This causes my brother to pause.
"You think they would come after our women?" I shrug, I don't know, but I won't take the chance of someone coming near Brynn or any of the others.
"We just need to figure this shit out. The girls are going out in an hour or two, and I want it dealt with before they leave," I ground out. I will do anything to protect Brynn, even if that means I'm going against my brother and father.
I make my way out of the clubhouse and head straight for the bike shop. As soon as I make it through the doors, I recognize the fucker. He's in the BDSM lifestyle. I've known him a long time, and I don't see him doing something like that ever. He's like me. He gets off on the pain and judging by the marks on his chest; someone gave him just what he wanted.
"Bentley," he says almost relieved that I'm the one coming through the door. "That fucking bitch is insane. I went in for what I generally go in for and halfway through, and some other crazy bitch comes into the room. She was the one who hit that girl, not me. You know me, I don't like inflicting pain." I nod my head and just stare at him for a second.
“You know who the other bitch was?” I need more than just his word. If he can tell me who was with Stella, then I can deal with it and get the club in the right direction on this shit.
"She's got long dark hair, exotic looking. Thin as a fucking rail, totally not my type." I grab my phone from my pocket and go to the pictures until I find a picture of my sister. It sounds like he is talking about Selena and if he says my sister looks like her, then I know exactly who is behind this shit.
"She look like this?" I hold the phone in front of his face, and he stares at the screen for a second before answering.
“Yeah, just more tore up.”
"Prez, it's Selena." My old man runs his hand over his face, and Dom says fuck. Brant comes up behind me and moves past me to get right in front of Travis.
“If you are lying, I will personally come and put a bullet in your head.” If looks could kill, Travis would be dead right now.
"I swear on everything; I didn't hit that girl. The brunette did it." I slap Brant on the shoulder and turn to walk out of the room and head toward the clubhouse. As soon as I walk in, I see Stella flirting with one of the prospects. I grab her arm and drag her away from the bar and out of the clubhouse, heading straight for the bike shop.
“Stella, I sure hope to fuck you aren’t lying to me,” I start. I don’t even have to say much before she starts spilling everything.
"She just came in and told me that I had to do what she wanted if I wanted to live through her plan. She looked just like his ole' lady, and I didn't want to piss her off. I thought she was one of you at first until she started hitting me in that damn room." Her legs give out, and I catch her, letting her slide to the ground.
"She threatened to kill me when I told her that I didn't want to be part of whatever her plan was anymore. Bentley, you have to believe me." She starts to sob, and I take a step back. I don't like when chicks cry, and I'm not letting her cry on me. Last time I was with her, she started telling me she loved me and shit and I don't need that drama, especially with Brynn back in my life.
“Where is she?” my old man asks.
“All I have is a number.” She grabs her phone and holds it up to me. I take the phone from her hand and toss it over to my old man. He catches it and walks out of the room, to probably go and find Trace.
"Secure her too," I demand. The prospects grab her arms and sit her in a chair, handcuffing her to it. She tries like hell to fight them, but they don't loosen their grip on her.
"Bentley?! How can you do this? You love me!" Her voice turns shrill, and I just shake my head.
"You're just as delusional as my sister's bitch of a mom. We've never had anything more than a few fucks. I don't give a shit about you." I turn on my heel and start to walk away, but her next words stop me.
"I'm pregnant, and it's yours." My blood runs cold, and I stop dead.
"Fucking hell," Brant says from next to me.
There is no fucking way that she's pregnant with my kid. It's been two years since the last time I fucked her, and I wore a rubber. I never fuck without one except with Brynn.
I turn back around and stare at Stella, my eyes narrowing on her. "You were the one that told those wannabe bikers to come to the clubhouse when I came back." Her eyes widen, and I know that I've got the answer I needed. She is the one that had them show up here. Threaten my family and me so she could get what she wanted. She and Selena may be in it together, but she fucked up by sending someone after Brynn.
Brynn was an innocent then and had nothing to do with me. She was with someone else at the time, and Stella brought attention to her because she was jealous.
“You called her name out when you fucked me before you left. I knew she needed to go.” I don’t bother with listening to her shit anymore. I walk out of the bike shop and head straight for my old man and Trace. Trace has his tablet in his hand, doing who the fuck knows what with that damn thing.
“Stella was the one who sent the wannabe bikers to us. She wanted to take Brynn out, and she claims she’s pregnant with my kid.” My old man groans and rubs his face with his hand.
“I swear you boys are going to put me in an early grave at the rate you knock women up. You think she’s lying?” He scans the yard before looking back at me.
“I don’t fuck anyone without protection but Brynn.” He winces at that.
"We need to find out who the fuck they are and call them off of my ole' lady." I don't care what I have to do to protect her.
"Got it," Trace murmurs as he continues to type shit out on his tablet. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and when I pull it out, I see Brynn's face smiling back at me.
“Hey, babe,” I answer.
“I’m headed to Anslie’s. Is your club business almost over?” I sigh and run my hand down the back of my neck.
"No, but don't worry about it. We have it handled." She goes silent over the line, and when she speaks again, I freeze.
“Does it have to do with those bikers from a few months ago?”
“It might. Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you later. Have fun.”
“I love you, Bentley.” I swallow the lump that has now taken up space in my throat. “You don’t have to say it, just know that I love you.”
"I'll see you soon." I hang up before she can say anything else that might make me break out in hives. The only women I tell them that I love them are my sisters. No other woman beside them has gotten those three words from me, and I don't know if I can tell them to Brynn yet.
“We need prospects on the women,” I state, looking over at my old man. He nods and pulls out his phone, sending a message to the prospects.
"Got something." Trace turns his tablet to us, and I see a string of calls to and from two different numbers plus dozens of text messages.
"She calls these two numbers all the fucking time. Tracing the first number, it's a burner, but I can find the last tower it pinged off of. Looking like it was over by the club. The other number is registered to Selena."
Prez curses like a damn pirate.
“We can lure them out. Send them both messages to bring them to the bar we are going to tonight.”
"Yeah, that can work. We just need to keep the girls away from the bar. Do whatever it takes to keep them at the club instead of trying to find us like they normally do halfway through the night."
Prez runs his hands through his hair that is getting more gray every day. "Send the messages Trace, and let's get the guys to the bar." I nod and make my way back toward the bike shop.
As soon as I make it inside the bike shop, I tell the guys what is going to happen before heading out.