Hidden Heir (Holy Rebel MC #2)

Chapter 21

"Where the fuck is my mother?!" The doors all of a sudden burst open, disrupting is all from the silence we have been sitting in the last 2 days since they left. In less than a second without even thinking, Margo has her gun locked and loaded and pointed in the face of the livid stranger that just bombarded our doors.

He has long blond hair tied in a man bun mid skull and the start of a long beard. The man doesn't even flinch as he glares hard at Margo. Maybe he's not intimidated By a pregnant woman with a gun. Its my opinion that That's probably the most scary thing ever.

Another guy runs in after him and grabs his arm. Margo points her gun at him next. "Missy, grab the gun behind the bar." Margo orders me.

"Whoa, whoa! Hold on! We're looking for Daisey! His mom. This is Ashton and I'm Chance. Patch called and said Daisey was taken." The second guy, Chance, hurriedly explains before I can get off my stool.

Margo watches them both for a minute, mainly Ashton, before lowering her gun and waving me off. "They still have her. Other than that, you know as much as we do." She tells them.

"Bull fucking shit! Taken by who? Why? Where the fuck is Patch!" Ashton explodes once again.

Margo raises her gun again. "You will lower your voice, or I'll blow out your shoulder. I have kids sleeping. No one is here. They left 2 days ago to retrieve your mother. Like I said, we don't know shit either. But right now, I'm in charge." She slightly waves the gun in her hand for emphasis.

Chance pats Ashton's arm and says something lowly to him. After a moment, he breaks eye contact with Margo and nods.

Margos phone rings in her pocket. "Detective Pritchard." She answers. I watch the two boys look at each other. Ashton shows no reaction but Chances  eyebrows raise.

"Yes, sir." She hangs up then looks at me.

"I've got a case, so you're in charge. Call me if you need anything." She holsters her gun and grabs her phone and keys off the bar.

My heart speeds up. "Me?!" I shriek.

"Look! Eds old lady is in no position to take charge right now and Lacie isn't an old lady." Her voice isn't as soft as it usually is. This is the first glimpse I get of the Margo I hear a lot about. The leader. The one that does whatever the club needs.

"Neither am I. To either." I just had a fucking miscarriage.

"You might not have the patch on, but your old man already talked to Lynol about it. So Get your shit together!" She snaps.

I lock my jaw, trying real hard not to snap at a pregnant woman. She notices this and takes a deep breath. "Look, its not like anything is gonna happen. Just make sure everyone is comfortable and fed and keep the peace. If there is any problems, you call me. And keep an eye on these two. Especially the angry one." She glares at Ashton as she walks out.

"A cop biker chick. Hot." Chance grins as he watches Margo's ass.

I glare at him. "Unless you want the presidents size 14 boot up your ass, I'd suggest you sit the hell down and shut up." I snap. He just laughs.

I try shanks phone again.

"Yeah, babe?" He actually answers. I gape for a minute.

"Where are you?" I ask, feeling like a lost child.

"Come outside, babe." He laughs.

In a daze, I set my phone on the counter and wave the 2 boys outside with me.

No ones out here but I hear the soft rumbles of bikes. Shank leads the guys in with Patch behind him. And on the back of his bike sits a beaten up but whole Daisey. Ashton wastes no time going to her.

I jump in Shanks arms and squeeze him. He holds me, giving me a pat on the ass.

"Where's Lynol?" I ask.

"Broke off when he saw Go-Go pass by." Panik answers on his way inside, no doubt to Lacie.

"Is it over?" I ask Shank. He shakes his head.

"No, but its gonna take time for them to rebuild their numbers. Meanwhile, we'll be doing the same." He says grimly. I exhale.

"War?" I ask.

"War." He confirms. 

Book 3 underway, homies. But this is the end.