The Biker's Fate Chapter 355

As if on cue, Kiki dropped a plate with an enormous burger, and mound of fries with a White Russian in front of me. Unfortunately, I had lost my appetite, and hated vodka.

"What's our move, Doc?" Alamo asked.

"Your job is to put the compound on lockdown. I want every Dog and every weapon accounted for and on-site, should anything pop off. Dash, I want you to go with Hatch and Doom. You guys are going to rent a couple of motel rooms near the harbor and set up camp for eight or ten guys."

Me, Dash, and Alamo exchanged confused looks.

"Sparky, you'll be with me in the van and we've got a couple of stops to make, so get that burger to go. I need everyone to work fast, but quietly. We don't want to let on that we know anything about what's about to go down."

"What the fuck are you talking about? What's about to go down?" I asked.

"According to Lucky, a shipment is coming into the port sometime within the next week. A shipment of girls, brought here by the Russians, paid for by Torrance, to be used as sex workers in these new clubs."

"So, what does that have to do with us?" I asked, still confused.

"The Dixie Mafia guys want to have a sit down with someone from the Dogs," Doc answered. "Apparently, they want their newly bolstered presence to be known here in Savannah."

"So, what are you gonna do?" Dash asked.

"I'm gonna meet with them, and find out all the information I can about their operation… then we're gonna make sure that shipment of girls never gets to where it's headed."

"How the fuck are we supposed to do that?" I asked.

"With the help of my old friend at the FBI."

"Jesus, Doc, the Dixie Mafia, the Russians, and Torrance aren't enough? You wanna invite the feds to the party?" Dash laughed nervously.

"You wanna face all of them without 'em?" Doc challenged. "I know Dalton and I trust him. He's coming with a small team of guys and we're gonna figure out a way to work together to bring the assholes down once and for all."

"And how exactly are we supposed to do that, Doc?" I asked.

"Patience, Sparky. All will be revealed, but right now, we have to lay low and stick together. No one goes out of town and no one does anything without a partner."

Shit. Poppy's graduation was less than a week away and this was going to be a problem. There was no way I was going to miss her big day, but my club needed me, and I couldn't let them down. Doc must have read the look on my face.

"Devon," he said sternly.

"Yeah, Doc?"

"No one leaves town."

I nodded.

"Alright, let's hit the road, and everyone keep your head on a swivel out there."

I was glad I'd already texted Poppy, as Doc would no doubt be watching me like a hawk just to make sure my head was in the game. I can't say I blamed him. To say Poppy had been my central most thought for the past weeks would be an understatement, but lives were at stake here which was not lost on me. Still, I had to do whatever I could to be there for her on graduation day. I had to prove to her that she was the single most important person in my life.

Poppy

Two days. It had been two days since Devon had texted. This was not good. With each passing hour that I didn't hear from him, the more panicked I became. It didn't help that Grace was gone most of the time either. She was doing her ballet showcases all the way up until graduation (her final one that I planned on attending was the night before), so I had no distractions from the fact my man could be lying dead on a slab somewhere and I wouldn't know.

I pulled out my phone and tried one more time: I'm getting stabby, Devon. I need to know you're okay.

When the three little dots of a potential reply flashed on my screen, my heart lifted and I felt my body relax of its own accord… but when the dots went away, I let out a roar of frustration and stomped my foot.

Apparently, the three little dots understood the power of my wrath and they returned, and once again I stared at the screen willing the dots to form words.

I'm okay. Will call as soon as I can.

"Um, no, goddammit. That's not acceptable."

But I was talking to a blank screen. This called for the big guns. This called for Mum.

"Hi, poppet," she said immediately. "Are you okay?"

"Define okay?"

Mum sighed. "That bad, eh?"

"Have you heard from Sid?"

"Why do I feel like that's a loaded question?"

"Mum, have you?" I pressed.

"Yes, darling, I have."

"Goddammit!" I snapped.

"I really think they're in the thick of something quite severe, darling. If Devon hasn't reached out, it's because he can't."

"Well, then why can Sid?"

"Because it's different."

"How is it different?"

"Daddy and I have children together—"

"Bullshit."

"We don't have children together?" she asked. "Well, then who did I shag?"

"Mum," I growled. "He would call you a million times a day regardless."

"Well, that's because I threatened to chop off his penis if he didn't."

"You don't think I didn't do the same to Devon?"

"Look, darling. Daddy and Devon have two very different jobs in the club, which means, Devon doesn't have as much autonomy as Hatch. But you must know that Daddy's got his back, so Devon's protected."

"I do get that," I admitted. "I just want Devon to make me as much of a priority as Sid makes you."

"This is where I excuse myself, poppet, because it's between the two of you… but I will say, you need to cut the boy a little slack."

"Shouldn't he cut me some?"

"Do you really feel that way?" Mum challenged.

"No," I grumbled. "I'm just frustrated."

"I get it, darling," she said gently. "But let me say one more thing. Daddy and I have been together for a long time. We have a shorthand. You and Devon are just beginning, and that means you're writing your own story. Things will calm down and you'll settle into a more normal routine. It's tough to do that being hours apart from one another, but if this is meant to be, you'll figure it out."