Page 44 of Bonita Brynne
“Who’s he?” I asked, feeling lost in the conversation.
“Wolf, honey.” Mom patted my leg. “Jill was his old lady, and she was Boxer’s sister and Snow’s friend.”
I turned toward the stunning blonde. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you. It was unexpected.”
“As death usually is, but in an MC, it’s sadly common,” Tara muttered. “But I don’t think Wolf is actively mourning, Jill. Hero says he’s obsessed with finding Rosa and won’t rest until she’s safe. Apparently, Wolf’s brain never shuts off about her.”
“Who’s Rosa?” I couldn’t imagine another person had been abducted. “Why hasn’t the club found her?” If they couldn’t find Rosa, how would they find Raymond? I twisted the napkin tighter around my finger.
“Rosa is the daughter of a powerful Mafia family in Canada,” Eve said. “She’s been missing for months.”
“Her husband sold her to get rid of her.” Tara bit into a cookie. “At least that’s what Hero said.”
“Oh my God, that’s awful!” I stared in horror at the redhead, who seemed unaffected. My father had sheltered me. He may be a monster, but I didn’t know the scope of his illegal activities. After this brief conversation with the old ladies, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
“It’s tragic, honey.” My mom removed the napkin from my finger and rubbed it. I had unknowingly cut the circulation off. “The Knights have been helping her family search for her.”
“Mostly, Wolf has been scouring the state and surrounding areas, faithfully following every lead he gets.” Tara smiled weakly. “But he always comes up empty.”
“I hope her husband is in prison.” Honestly, the Mafia? What kind of world had I entered? Would theGodfatherland in a helicopter in the backyard with an army of mobsters carrying machine guns? Would my baby’s life be at risk if we stayed in Minnesota?
“He’s dead.” Tara brushed the crumbs off her fingers. “Does anyone want something to drink?” She went to the refrigerator.
“No, thanks,” a few women said.
I eyed Tara’s baby bump. Was I the only one concerned about my child’s well-being, or perhaps, they trusted the club would protect their child? But then, they hadn’t done such a great job keeping Raymond safe.
“Roja, don’t be so insensitive,” Maddy snipped. “I mean… Stephen deserves to be dead, but we shouldn’t be talking like this. Poor Brynne is freaked out enough. Our focus should be on getting Ramond back and nothing more.”
“Well, I’m not convinced we should rely on the club.” The negative words left my mouth unbidden. “Not after they let Raymond get taken and haven’t found Rosa. Shouldn’t the authorities be involved?”
“No,” every woman in the room said.
“We don’t work with the police, honey.” Again, my mom placated me by patting my leg. “Motorcycle clubs do things differently. I have every faith we’ll get Raymond back.”
“I’m not part of your world, Mom.”
“Yes, you are.” Her gaze lowered to my stomach. “If you’re with Track, you’re part of the club.”
I stood rapidly and left.
“Where are you going?” my mom called.
“To the bathroom.” Did I have to get permission to pee in this club? Jeez. My brain was overloaded, and my emotions were bubbling to the surface. I needed a minute alone, a second to process everything I’d learned from the old ladies.
“Are you sure she’s pregnant with his baby? I thought Track didn’t have sex with anyone.”
I froze when I heard Track’s name. Slowly I peered into the bar and saw the kittens at a table, probably gossiping about me.
“He only lets us suck his dick.” One of the bitches cackled. “Not that I’m complaining.” She licked her lips.
I wanted to throw up.
“I was eavesdropping by the door when they were in the kitchen watching the video,” the kitten with purple hair said. “Track admitted knocking her up. I guess the prissy bitch is the exception. She’s nothing but a troublemaker. They should’ve left her in Montana.”
I didn’t disagree.