Chapter Eight

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Alex
The next morning I called a meeting at the clubhouse. I needed to figure out what the fuck was going on with this Charles Battersy.
"Right, Nix, what do we know?"
"Well, we know for sure someone's been watching the club. They've been interfering with the drug runs, packages have gone missing, and one of my guys by the border mentioned this guy, Charles Battersy."
"Ok, and does anyone know who the fuck he is? What is his link to us?"
"I don't know, but I think he's working for a guy called Fredrick Montgomery"
I froze. I knew that name. Clara's father.
"I know him"
Eight sets of eyes turned to look at me.
"Well, I knew him. I use to be involved with his daughter a long time ago"
Nix looked at me. "How involved?"
"Involved enough. He didn't approve of my lifestyle and he put an end to it"
"You let him tell you to stop fucking her?"
I shot him a glare.
"We were young and I didn't know what I was doing"
TJ cut in. "Right well anyway, surely he wouldn't be after you just cos' you fucked his daughter once? Wait, is this that girl I saw you with yesterday? Cos' that seemed pretty intense."
I really didn't wanna involve everyone in this. I didn't even know why she was here or how much she knew.
"Yes, that was her. But listen to me, no one mentions this to her, if I find out anyone has said anything, there will be consequences" I growled.
They simultaneously nodded. My men were loyal.
"Good, meeting done. I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back later"
I needed to find Clara.

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