Page 33 of Holley Jolly Biker

I waited after I laid Soraya on the couch and covered her up with a red throw blanket they had on the back of their couch.

I had just moved a brown curl from Soraya’s face and tucked it behind her ear when I looked up and saw Ophelia loaded down with a few bags.

I moved to take them from her, then she glanced at Soraya and then back at me, “Might be a fool. But yes. After what I watched you do for Soraya, yes.”

The brothers had shown up, and so had the Robbins. Harold was already trying to get out the door to visit her landlord when he saw the black mold.

He hadn’t seen it when he had been here.

Probably because he wasn’t near as tall as I was.

After I carried the bags out to the van, the brothers loaded up the rest of her stuff.

I had Soraya in my truck, buckled up, and the heat blastin’ when I walked to the van, and when I saw that they were done, I looked at all of it and the empty truck beds and asked, “This is all y’all have?”

Ophelia sighed, her eyes showed she was tired when she said, “It’s all he allowed us to take.”

I bit back a few curses and got a lot of growls from my brothers.

That night, after I tucked Soraya in bed and Ophelia, I asked Gavel to stay on my porch as I made a little visit. Well, the first visit I planned to make.

My brothers were at my back.

I backhanded the piece of shit as I growled, shoving the printed-out picture of the black mold in his face, “This is goddamned unacceptable. How the fuck do you sleep at night?”

The fucker had the audacity to smirk, “Just fine. Since she is paying to stay there.”

And that, boys and girls, is when I lost my shit.

Let’s just say I tore up the skin on my knuckles that was already starting to heal.

And I needed to get me a new pair of boots.

Cause getting piss stains out of leather was an impossible feat.

Yeah, the fucker pissed himself after I lost my shit.

He was still breathing.

But he would need to be fed via a tube.

After we walked out of the motherfucker’s house, I locked eyes with Nuke, “Need a few brothers for a trip.”

He jerked up his chin, “Wanna share?”

“Let’s just say some piece of shit stole from my girls. Un-fucking-acceptable.”

He nodded.

Thankfully, the next day, to cover for a co-worker, Ophelia was working a double.

Luckily, I could make it to where that rat bastard lives via help from Jacob, a buddy of Knox’s in Wrath MC, Mountain of Clearwater chapter, before she got off work.

Jacob, who had a romantic soul, was ready for us.

I had so much anger for this man, which was why when I kicked the door open, it slammed into the wall.

I was in the rat bastard’s face when I growled, “Where’s their stuff.”