Page 35 of Dirty Saint

Cherry goes to the bar and turns around, resting her elbows behind her. She looks like she doesn’t have a care in the world.

"Don't believe me, why should I care, but why were they carrying bags and getting into that old truck of his?"

"How do you know so fucking much about Gavin Holt?" I grit out.

"Please! We were neighbors growing up. I know he's had the old truck since he fixed it up with his Dad. He was 16 then, I think. I don't know much about him these days, but he looked pretty damn happy today," Cherry rolls her eyes. "Can I go now, Prez?"

"Do you know his sister?" Zeke asks. I'd not realized he'd been standing off to the side this whole time. I now look at him, also remembering something Red had said about Gavin going nomad for his sister.

"Yeah, of course, I do," Cherry sighs.

I’m about to lose my shit when I say, “How about you do us a favor, yeah," my tone dripping with disdain, "get your ass in contact with her and find out where Holt is," I step toward her, resisting the urge to shake the ever-loving shit out of her.

She rolls her eyes and fucking glares at me. I’m so close to stepping into her personal space. Zeke must sense my dark thoughts because he steps in first.

"Sweetbutt, your Prez asked you to do something. Get it done."

Cherry moves quickly down the back hallway. I hear her huff, mumbling something under her breath that I can't make out. I look at Zeke and nod my head. He moves to follow her.

I turn back to Zoe, who is frowning, but before I can say anything, Cody lets out a wail. Zoe moves to his stroller and bends down to pick him up, cradling his body against hers as she rocks him gently.

"Is he doing okay?" I ask, meaning more than just his current state.

"Yes, he just had a check-up, and he's doing great," she gives me a small smile.

"Look, best if you go home in case, Willow goes back there. We'll keep in touch." I say suddenly, wanting to reassure her that everything was going to be okay. I’m shocked I even care about how Zoe’s feeling. I wasn’t going to dwell on that shit, though.