Striker (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 4) by Glenna Maynard

kicking; she is itching to be put down. There is a pink bow clasped holding her tiny patch of hair on her mostly baldhead. When I get to the porch, he takes Colt’s diaper bag from me and leads us inside. 
    Jamie comes gunning for me. “Look what I did today in school, I passed my math quiz.” He is smiling at me so proud of himself. I sit Colt down still in his carrier and give Jamie a hug. They act as if they have not seen me in weeks; I was just here a few days ago.
    I have been helping Romeo with them for weeks now. I still don’t know what is going on with him and LL. I haven’t asked. I don’t want to pry. I figure if he wanted me to know he’d tell me.
    “I’m proud of you little man, why don’t you go hang it on the fridge so everyone can see how smart you are.”  He dashes off to the kitchen.
    ‘They’ve had dinner; I told them they could eat a snack later though. There is ice cream in the freezer, sprinkles and shit too. Thanks for doing this. You are a lifesaver. I might not get back till late, got some diggin’ to do.” He squeezes my shoulder and kisses my cheek, making me blush.
    He passes Miracle to me and grabs his cut off the back of the couch. “I’ll see you later princess.” He kisses Miracle on the head, and squats down to Colt and rubs his hair.
    Romeo
    Pulling up at the Fox’s Den I am slightly disappointed not seeing LL’s car parked here in the lot. Figured she would be here. A part of me was hoping she was hiding out just needing some space, but it has been weeks without a motherfucking word. I have drove all over town, checking any place she might be laying low at, even called up some of her old friends in Chicago. Nothing, it’s as though she has vanished completely. 
    I park my bike near the front of the building. Looks like Stone is working as security tonight, I see his chopper parked a few spots down the lot. I don’t even know why I am bothering to go inside, but I can’t just sit around at the house doing nothing. I need answers.
    Inside Melissa is working the front desk; I haven’t been here in ages. She looks up from filing her nails and appears shocked to see me. “Hey stranger what can I do ya for?”  She plasters on a hefty smile.
    “Need to get something from LL’s office, you got the key?” She hesitates, although she knows if I want it bad enough I will just take the motherfucker.
    “Sure, no problem.” She reaches her pink nails into the top drawer of the wooden desk. “Here,” she drops a skeleton key in my hand.
    “Thanks sweetheart.”  I leave her to her nails and make my way down the hall; I give a chin lift to Stone as I pass by his post. He is all business when he is working.
    Coming to the office, I don’t know what I expect to find as I turn the key. Flipping on the light, I glance around trying to decide where to begin. I start pilfering through the drawers of her filing cabinets. They are useless, only holding files on their girls, utilities and shit. There isn’t a damn thing in her desk either. Fuck it; I am going to the Roadhouse to get shit-faced.
    Rounding the corner, I run smack dab into Foxie. “Whatcha’ doing here?” She harps.
    ”Fucks it to ya.” I keep walking, but then turn back. She probably knows exactly what in the fuck LL is doing. “Where is she?” I demand.
    Foxie uncrosses her arms, and tells me to follow her. She leads me into the security room. It is really more like a closet with a few monitors in it. “I probably shouldn’t be getting involved in your shit, but Romeo we go way back and I am only showing you this, because LL is my best friend. I’m worried about her.”
    Foxie takes a disc from a stack and puts it into a DVD player, the screen turns from black to grey, and then I watch LL meeting with a man on numerous occasions, buying drugs from him and sleeping with him. Knowing something and seeing it with your own two eyes is something completely on its own level. Bloody hell! I am going to wring