“Figured you’d have my number blocked.” I grind my teeth to try to stop from being petty, but it slips out anyway.
“You’re not that important. Did you need something from me?”It’s the only time you contact me.
I hate that he brings my inner bitch out.
“The biker. Did you see him?” I sit down slowly.
“Yes, why?” I bite my lip and wonder if he really was there for me.
“What was he wearing. In detail.” I close my eyes and think.
“All leather, helmet with a mirror visor. Oh, his jacket had a skull on the back.” Marco curses, and I pull the phone away from my ear.
“The skull, did it have a crown of clovers on its head?” I think back again and shake my head.
“I’m not sure. I wasn’t close enough to see the details. Sorry,” He mumbles to someone on his end, and then the phone goes dead.
“Rude.” I stand and walk the phone back to the doorway, where I hand it back to the guard.
I close the door and turn to Val.
“Marco seemed worried.” At least that’s the only way I can describe that conversation.
“He thinks the biker was here for you?” I shrug.
“He didn’t say, but he wasn’t happy when I told him about the skull on his jacket.” Vale freezes and stares at me.
“Skull?” I nod and finally take a bite of my sandwich.
I chew and swallow as I think about it again.
“Pass me a piece of paper and a pencil.” She got up to grab what I asked for as I stood at the kitchen counter and ate my sandwich.
When she lays the supplies on the counter, I grab the pencil and start to rough sketch the skull I saw.
“Like that,” I tap the paper and finish off my food.
“Wait, I’ve seen this before. It’s missing,” Val grabs the pencil and adds to my drawing, and then turns it towards me.
“Yeah, that’s it. Guess Marco was right. He asked if I’d seen the crown of clovers, but it was too far away to make out what it really was. Ok, why are you looking at me like that?” I wipe my mouth, thinking I have a glob of mustard on my face.
“You really have no clue what this means, do you? How did you grow up here and not see them everywhere?” I frown.
I didn’t grow up here. You did. I’ve been hidden away in a mansion upstate.” She blinks slowly and then slaps her forehead.
“Shit, you’re right. We grew up together, I just never really thought about how we always came up to you guys.” She grabs her phone and clicks through some apps before laying it on the counter between us.
“They’re the Saint’s Outlaw MC. One of your father’s biggest rivals.” She clicks on a link, and a video starts playing.
Chapter
Nine
I knew Marco was a murderer;it’s implied in his chosen profession.
Assassin.
But the video that Val showed me of why he had spent ten years in prison still has me shaking in fear. He’s killed the President of that club, on Alfie’s order. Both of the men in my life were killers.
