Never Ever: Book One Perdition MC by Isabel Wroth Page B

mother, that meant he was
in his fifties, maybe, but he was one of those older guys that only got sexier
with age. His dark hair was cut nice, his long mustache trimmed neatly, the scruffle on his jaw and the wrinkles in his black tee the
only untidy thing about him. He had rings on his hands, copper cuffs on each
wrist, and like her father had, he just oozed authority. His dark brown eyes
were piercing, but gentle when he looked at her. “Your dad and me were both the same age, we met up at a summit in Colorado
in ’87 and shot the shit while the higher ups had their meet. Perdition was
turning towards bail bonds and contract work. Your granddad was still convinced
old school was the only way to go. I met your mama few days later, before the
summit ended and we all went our separate ways. Bitch was the hottest thing I’d
ever seen, gave your dad hell cause she kept running
off to the payphone to call your grandma to check on you, and he watched her go
the whole time. You got her eyes. And apparently her temper too.”
     
    She didn’t know what to say to that except, “Ginger.” Which
made the Perdition Prez throw his head back and laugh. “Ginger,” He agreed.
“Glad to know you weren’t one of the bodies in that clusterfuck ,
honey.” She nodded and with that, she got a chin jerk, and those dark eyes
dropped to where Roar had his hand on her belly. “So, you know what it is yet?”
    “Boy,”
    “Shit, you find out today?”
    “No, today was just a status check. Everything’s going good.”
    “Still getting sick in the morning?”
    “Yeah. Dizzy sometimes too.”
    “He bring you on his bike?”
    “Course.”
     
    His lips flattened in displeasure, and he looked at Roar,
said his name, then barked it sharply, and Roar flinched like he’d been
slapped. “Boy, get it the fuck together and pay attention.” She ducked her head
to hide her smile, but she wasn’t successful. “Your woman is still getting
dizzy, don’t ride around with her until that shit quits.” Roar nodded, his palm
spreading wider on her belly, still looking a little dazed. Top shook his head
at him, then looked back at her. “What safety reasons made you change your
name?”
    “My father, fiancé and family were murdered on my wedding
day. They found twenty eight bodies identified as Tornadoes in attendance, but
there should have been thirty. One of the brothers was in the hospital because
of the bullet wound in his belly. Number thirty, was missing. Some of the
bodies were um, unidentifiable. So there was no telling if there was a rat in
our house, or if the skinheads had taken someone prisoner. Dad had safe houses
in five counties with a lot of cash. I hit three of them, the last two were
already on fire. I wasn’t in on club business, but my dad told me enough to
keep me safe if anything ever went down and I needed to get clear. Which is
what I did. And until Susan begged me to come to the hog roast four months ago,
I hadn’t dipped so much as a toe back into the life.”
    “Got more than a toe in now, you good with that?”
     
    She took a deep breath and nodded, drawing some kind of weird
comfort from the weight of Roar’s hand on her stomach. “Yes and no. My dad’s
club was into stuff that got them all killed. I don’t know what you and your
club is into past some bounty hunting, so yes, I’m good because this is
familiar to me. Safe. But also unsafe.” Top nodded, and that light of approval
just seemed to get brighter. “We went legit. Ish . My
boys are bounty hunters, skip tracers, private security, PI’s. We don’t run
drugs, or protect shipments of illegal shit. We get in a few dust ups now and again
when we whack the hornet’s nest, or make some drug dealer’s day shitty. You
talk to the cops before you got clear?”
    “No.”
    “How’d you know about the massacre then?”
    “I hacked into the police files. I wanted to know if they
ever got close to solving the case. Roar told me that Perdition was part