It Takes a Thief (The Bare Bones MC #7) by Layla Wolfe

Author:Layla Wolfe [Wolfe, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Motorcycle
Publisher: Quicksilver Books
Published: 2017-06-24T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

FORD

I arrived at Lytton’s house on Mormon Mountain so tweaked I sprayed gravel onto the side of June’s truck.

Tobiah, Wolf Glaser, and Lytton met me on the front deck. Tobiah and Wolf were already jostling for position, nudging each other with their shoulders, so Lytton got between them.

“Okay,” I said, standing at the bottom of the stairs like a Shakespearean actor. “What exactly the fuck?”

“Okay, so,” Tobiah started to say, but Wolf cut him off.

“So I was at Leaves of Grass, you know, minding my own business, making pancakes. Suddenly from my office I hear this booming voice with a Southern accent.”

Noodlum. I hadn’t seen hide nor hair from that crackpot since I’d tried to bury him, making me even more uneasy. I’d finally taken Fox up on his offer to track the guy down, taking Fox away from his important bird work. I hated like fuck to do that, but this was a vital club matter. Santiago Slayer was still understandably miffed—normally I wouldn’t use that word, but relating to Slayer it fit—with me for sucker punching him at the policeman’s ball, so he’d taken himself out of the picture. He was nursing a broken nose in Guayaquil, considering going to see giant iguanas in the Galapagos.

I no longer thought Slayer was making a pass at my old lady, but it was too late. She’d left a few days early for Chinle, angry as a bag of wasps. She’s barely spoken to me, only to cast her eyes down and issue instructions regarding Fidelia and Niko from between tight lips.

I tried to apologize. I must’ve said I’m sorry a hundred times. She should’ve been flattered that I thought her worthy of Slayer’s attentions. He usually went for chicks ten years younger than Maddy, although he must’ve been over forty. No matter. Nothing I could say would put a dent in the wall Maddy had put up against me. And she was right—I did always have to leave, always have to go somewhere, always have to reach out to someone or arrange a sit-down, to protect my assets and therefore my family from encroaching scum-sucking rat bastards.

And then before I knew it, she was gone for real, and despair soaked into every cell of my being. I went back to taking Adderall, to sleeping maybe two hours a day if I was lucky. Tracking down Noodlum consumed me, because he was inadvertently responsible for this whole new rift between my wife and me, not to mention the ruin of my highway job and reputation. But Fox found absolutely no trace of the guy and there was no activity on the computers and phones Noodlum had used before—he must’ve switched over to new burners. In fact, interviewing people around Happy Jack showed that no one had even seen a single biker since the explosion. Fox did find the real Cutlass clubhouse, complete with their asinine logo of two crossed swords burned into the wood over the front door. Inside, he

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