I’m smiling as I pull out of the driveway of our home. We found out this morning we are having a boy. My woman is giving me a son. I still can’t believe it. Seeing the image on the screen, making out his features. He is perfection. Haven’t had a reason to smile in a long time. The overwhelming love I feel for my unborn child amazes me. They are my purpose in life.

Alba was released a couple hours ago from the hospital and even though leaving her side was hard, it was necessary because Jake called and said Alba’s truck was just brought in. Logan and Quinn have already started going over everything with a fine-tooth comb, so I’m heading to the garage. If it’s the cocksucker who was stalking her in Bozeman that means he was here in Polson. We need fucking answers and fast.

Alba asked before I left if I could send Reid over in place of Austin. She knows my brother is feeling like shit about the accident. It’s not his fault, but I’m guessing he is having a hard time dealing with the whole situation due to the fact he lost his brother the same way a few years ago. I called him and he didn’t hesitate.

Eager to get some answers, I pull up into the parking lot of the shop twenty minutes later and make my way inside through the front door where I’m met by Jake who has just walked out of his office.

"Hey, brother, they just got what’s left of the truck up on the lift, let’s go see what they can find out," he says clapping me on the back as he passes by. When we walk into the garage my stomach tightens into a knot looking at the wreckage again. I make a walk around the perimeter of it, really taking in the magnitude of the whole situation. How Alba wasn’t hurt worse than she was is beyond me. Ducking my head, I peer underneath where Quinn and Logan are.

"Shit," Quinn remarks, which gets everyone’s attention, "The fuckin’ break lines were sliced."

The four of us walk over to Quinn and get a good look at the evidence before us. Sure enough, someone cut the line right behind the driver’s front wheel.

"MOTHERFUCKER," I roar, picking up a socket wrench, sending it soaring across the garage, "This guy is here in Polson, or was at some point and was able to get close enough to cut the fuckin’ break lines on Alba’s truck? This shit had to have happened when she was out somewhere. Either a doctor’s appointment or shopping. Security is too tight at our home for this shit to happen there," I tell them.

"Who’s with her now?" Prez asks me.

"Reid," I inform him.

I walk outside to get some fresh air before I explode. This asshole is in my town—around my woman and tried to fuckin’ kill her and my son. He has no idea who he is dealing with. Needing to take the edge off, I light a cigarette and inhale deep, letting the smoke burn my lungs before releasing. I hear the door open and close behind me. Logan steps up beside me, lighting a smoke of his own.

"Prez is calling church. We need to roll out in a few minutes. Call your woman, we may be late getting home today, brother." He walks off towards his own ride, pulling his phone out, probably to get in touch with Bella before climbing into his truck heading in the direction of the clubhouse. Flicking my unfinished cigarette, I walk to my truck, start it up and follow him.

I’m sittin at the bar in the clubhouse nursing a beer waiting for everyone to show. Within an hour and half the place is packed.

"Gabriel," Doc’s voice rumbles as he sits down in a stool one over from where I’m sittin’.

"Doc," I respond with a chin lift.

"How’s that woman of yours today? Heard she went home a few hours ago,” he inquires.

"She’s good. Doc said baby boy is good too."

"Aww shit, man, a son? Congratulations, brother!" he boasts as he raises his bottle in the air and I lift mine in response.

Downing the remainder of my beer, I stand up and glance around the room. Looks like everyone that lives in town made it. I catch Prez walkin’ from the back and making his way toward the center of the bar.

"Listen up," his gravelly voice booms over everyone else’s causing the room to go quiet, “we have a situation. I called all you brothers in today because I need all of you in the streets throughout the day tomorrow. As you know, Gabriel’s woman was in an accident. She’s going to be okay, but we learned this morning that someone fucked with her brake lines."

The silence in the room is broken by several ’what the fucks’ and ’motherfuckers’ from my brothers.

"Quiet the fuck down. We need to flush this cocksucker out and if he is in town we will."

When we find the bastard, he is mine.

I still can’t make out who the hell could be the threat. If Santino was alive I wouldn’t put it past him to have something to do with it. But just because he is dead doesn’t mean he doesn’t have reach. Maybe he has family...family who wants to avenge him? This is definitely something I need to bring up to Prez and the other men. We can’t afford to ignore any lead we can think of. If only we had something more to go on besides speculation and our own goddamn imaginations.

"Alright, men. I know it’s starting to get late and I know most of you put in a full day’s work and just clocked out awhile ago. Go home. Those that can do so, get out there and ask around. Find out if we have any new faces in town and if so, where. At this point anything you find can be a potential lead," Logan orders.

As Logan and Prez start to walk off I stop them, "You think Santino’s family could be behind any of this?"

"Like I said, we leave no stone unturned, Gabriel. I’ll have Reid do some digging into Santino’s extended family and their locations," Prez says.

Before we get any further into our conversation Logan’s phone rings. Pulling it from his cut he swipes the screen and lifts it to his ear, "Yeah," he clips. His eyes quickly cut to me, "You know a Sam."

"That’s the guy who was living with Alba and her friend Leah in Bozeman. Why?"

"Because he’s sitting out at the front gate askin’ to speak with you," Logan tells me.

What the hell would he have to talk to me about? And how in the hell did he know where to find me or the clubhouse?

"Let him in," I tell Logan. Two minutes later he walks through the front door, pausing, taking in his surroundings before making his way in further.

"What the fuck you doin’ out here uninvited, in our town, at our club?" My voice booms causing him to halt. His hands go up, "Look, man, I’m not here to stir up any shit. I’m here because I think I might have some information concerning Alba and her stalker."

"How did you know where to find me?" I ask, hardening my stare at him.

"I only know Alba’s home address, but I didn’t want to upset her with my suspicions, so I decided it was best that I find you first. Alba never mentioned locations or anything, so I had to be resourceful, you know, ask around a bit. Most people weren’t too keen on telling me anything, but I found out enough to find my way."

Deciding we need to hear what he has to say I pull a chair out at a table to my right, "Sit," I order. He takes a seat and Prez, Logan and myself pull out some chairs and do the same.

Prez is the first to break through the thick tension in the air, "Son, what’s so important that you went nosing’ around our town? It’s not smart showing up out here uninvited."

I’ve got to give it to him, the guy has balls showin’ up to a biker compound unannounced like he did. Either that or he’s stupid.

"After Alba came home, our old professor showed up at my front door asking about her. Asking why she left and did I know how to get in touch with her. I found it strange.

I clench my fits, trying to control the anger building inside and listen as he continues.

"Anyway, Leah was approached by him a few days later asking her the same thing. When she recounted what he said, I went looking for him the next day. Teacher or not, he’s messing with my friends and snooping, and I don’t like it. I had an office worker dig up his address for me. I showed at his doorstep that same day and couldn’t get an answer. He hasn’t been back teaching classes either. Seems as though he just up and left. I’ve asked around and no one knows why," Sam finishes.

"Damn, brother, you think this guy is the one connected with Alba’s accident?" Logan questions.

"An accident. Alba was… was she hurt? Is she okay?" Sam frantically asks, looking too each of us for answers.

I abruptly stand from my chair causing it to skid across the floor. I can’t take this shit. Sam takes my movement as a threat and stands.

"Sit the fuck down," I growl at him. He has nothing to worry about… at the moment, but he doesn’t know that, so he continues to stand.

Jake takes the opportunity to calm everyone’s nerves, "Sit down, son. None of us are a threat to you. Gabriel here is wound tighter than normal right now. Someone tried to hurt his woman yesterday by tampering with her brakes. Her and the baby are going to be okay," Jake tells him.

Giving me a final glance, Sam sits back down.

"Look," he says, "I’m telling you something isn’t adding up. And now knowing about her accident, my gut is telling me Professor Green has been the guy all along."

He ain’t the only one. My gut is tellin’ me the same thing. We need to find out who the hell this Professor Green is.

I motion to Prez and Logan to walk over towards the bar, leaving Sam to sit alone.

"I need to get home and talk to Reid."

"What do you want to do about pretty boy over there? You know he’s probably going to want to see your Alba," Logan smirks, knowing god damn well the same thing would have already crossed my mind. I think it’s time Sam and I get a few things straight. I’ve done claimed what’s mine and dipshit sitting over there needs to know it. I walk back towards the table and look down at Sam.

"You got plans to see my woman while you’re here?" I ask.

"I do. I booked a hotel room in town," he answers.

"Alba’s mine. We gonna have issues with that? Because if your dumb ass came here thinking you could sweep in and save the day and get the girl, it ain’t happening," I warn him.

"I can assure you, Alba and I are and always will be just friends. She’s a beautiful and caring woman, but she’s not the one for me… I promise you," he assures me.

"Make sure you keep it that way and we won’t have any problems." I warn him.

Turning away I lift my chin to Prez and Logan and walk out the door leaving them to finish up with Sam. The sun is getting ready to set and I want to get home to my family and bring Reid up to speed with our new-found information.

When I make it home and walk through the door, I find Alba and Reid sitting at the table. Striding towards her, I lean down giving her a kiss then turn my attention to Reid, "I need to speak with you, brother." Standing up from the table he takes his plate to the sink, telling Alba thank you. I turn back and face Alba, "Give me a minute with Reid, okay, baby?"

"I’m going to go lay down. Will you come join me when you’re done?" she asks

"Sí, mi amor. Yes, my love. I’ll be up in a few minutes." Once Alba is upstairs, I find Reid waiting in the living room. "Sam showed up out at the clubhouse."

"No shit? That was ballsy of him. What for?"

"Suspects one of the professors at the school of being Alba’s stalker. He was going around asking questions about her then vanished and hasn’t been seen since. Too much of a coincidence if you ask me," I tell him.

"You got a name for me?"

“Calvin Green.”

Grabbing his keys from the coffee table, I walk with Reid towards the front door.

"I’ll see what I can dig up on him. I’m assuming we need to be at the clubhouse in the morning?"

I nod my head.

"See ya in the mornin’, brother."

I wait until I see his taillights fade at the end of the driveway before locking up the house and making sure the security alarm is set before I head upstairs. I find Alba sound asleep in our bed, so I grab myself a hot shower. After drying off I climb in behind Alba and wrap my arm around her, laying my hand protectively over our son. Completely relaxed, a few minutes later I fall asleep.