Bayou Devils MC: The Complete Series

by A. M. Myers

  Chapter Eleven

  Chance

  “That the husband’s car?” Kodiak asks and I glance up from the folder in my lap as he nods to the sleek black sedan in the driveway. I glance back down to double-check our information before nodding.

  “Yeah, that’s him.”

  Kodiak studies the house for a second, his jaw ticking. “What the hell is he doing here?”

  “No clue,” I reply just as my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and read the text from Camilla, the woman we’re helping today. “She said he switched shifts with someone at the prison and he’ll be out of here in ten minutes.”

  “I have a bad feeling about this,” he grumbles, his gaze never leaving the house. Kodiak is usually a pretty chill guy but when we go out on a transfer, he gets a little antsy. “We look suspicious as fuck out here.”

  “No, we don’t.” We are parked away from the house, on a different street, where we could remain out of sight but still see everything happening at Camilla’s house. No one will see us or if they do, they won’t realize what we’re here for.

  Leaning back in my seat, I cross my arms over my chest and my mind wanders to last night at the charity event with Carly. Something definitely freaked her, but I didn’t push because all it will do is make her shut down. I am worried about it, though. I’ve seen that expression of fear too many times to dismiss it as nothing, even if that is what she did. Then again, she did have to deal with her mom last night. I could take all the shit she threw at me but seeing the expression on my girl’s face after she got done talking to her, I was done. I swear, I’ve never been so close to punching a chick in the face in my life.

  Needing to pass the time, I pull my phone out and send a text off to Carly.

  Me:

  What are you doing tonight?

  Even though I spent last night with her, I’m desperate to see her again. Especially now that it seems like I’m getting to see real pieces of her. Her walls are slowly coming down and I couldn’t be more thrilled. The more I learn about her, the more I want to uncover. I’m so into this girl it’s a little fucking scary. My phone buzzes in my hand.

  Carly:

  Sunday night dinner with my family.

  Me:

  And after that?

  Goddamn, I sound like a pussy, begging her for even a little of her time but it’s worth it to see her. An image from last night, while we were in the shower, fills my mind and I grin as my phone buzzes with her reply.

  Carly:

  I don’t know. Why?

  Me:

  ‘Cause I want to see you.

  “Dude, what the hell is with you smiling all the damn time lately?” Kodiak asks, still sounding irritated. I shrug.

  “Nothing, man.”

  “Bullshit. You’re like a damn chick, always on your phone and grinnin’ like an idiot. What’s her name?”

  “Carly.”

  His brow shoots up in surprise. “Ali’s friend?”

  “Yep.”

  He nods and hums, glancing back over at the house. “Can’t say I blame you. Thought about hittin’ it myself when she showed up to Ali’s house in that sexy little leather jacket.”

  “Shut the fuck up,” I growl, a mental image of Kodiak touching my woman seared into my mind. He stares at me for a minute before chuckling.

  “Oh, shit. You’re in deep, aren’t ya, brother?”

  “I said, shut up.”

  He’s quiet for a moment before looking at me and nodding. “You know? I can see it. I mean, at least she’s not a stripper, right?”

  “Jesus, will y’all let the stripper thing go? It happened one time.”

  He laughs, shaking his head. “Yeah, it only happened once but you were dumb enough to think she was “the one”. Thank fucking God, you got out of that shit storm, right?”

  “Yeah, well, at least I don’t avoid any chance of developing feelings by only sleeping with a girl once,” I snap, giving him a pointed look and he shakes his head.

  “Hey, I’ll own my shit. You try getting left at the altar and see how badly you want to jump back in again, asshole.”

  I’m about to fire off another comeback when the front door to Camilla’s house opens and her bastard husband walks out. Camilla and her daughter, Riley, walk out behind him and Camilla’s eyes flick in our direction for a split second before she focuses back on her husband and forces a smile to her face.

  “What the fuck?” I whisper when Riley peeks out from behind her mother and I see the cast on her arm. “She have that last week?”

  “No,” Kodiak replies, his voice deadly as he stares at the family kissing goodbye in front of their house. Henry, Camilla’s husband, gets into his car and drives away, passing us without even a second glance and as soon as he’s out of sight, Camilla ushers Riley back inside. Kodiak turns to me. “Let’s give it a couple minutes. Make sure he doesn’t come back.”

  I nod in agreement, checking the rearview mirror but the road is clear. “Where we takin’ ‘em? Emma’s?”

  “Yeah. Blaze figured the girl would be less scared there.”

  My gaze slides to the house. “Whatever, man, anything’s gotta be better than how scared she is in that house.”

  “Heard that,” Kodiak says, nodding his head. It’s been a long time since I felt that same fear but it’s something I’ll never forget.

  After a few more minutes, he pulls away from the curb and drives up to the house slowly before parking on the street in front of it. Not having backup to follow the husband is making us kind of jumpy as we spill out of the truck and walk up the front steps. Kodiak scans the street as I knock and we both step back so she can open the door.

  The relief on her face when Camilla sees us standing here is instant. “We’re almost ready to go.”

  Kodiak nods, his features softening as he smiles at her. “Take your time and make sure you get everything, Darlin’. We won’t be coming back.”

  She nods and as she disappears inside the house, we both turn to face the street so we can watch for any trouble. Camilla first came to us a few months ago, wanting to know her options if she left her husband. It took a lot of work, but we eventually got out of her that the asshole wasn’t hurting her but their daughter, Riley. And then she dropped off the map. We couldn’t find her and the pre-paid phone we gave her was dumped in a trash can near the clubhouse. I think most of us thought the worst but then she contacted us last week and said she was ready to leave and I, for one, was relieved.

  The ones we can’t save or the ones that come to us to ask questions but never follow through, they haunt me and I’m always wondering what happened to them. Maybe it’s because I know what the reality looks like. I remember the sound of my mom getting knocked around by whatever piece of shit she was dating at the time and it’s all I can see in my head when these women come to us for help. My phone buzzes and I yank it out, keeping one eye on the road as I read Carly’s text.

  Carly:

  I suppose I might be able to squeeze

  you in.

  Me:

  That’s good, Princess.

  Less likely to just show up on

  your doorstep that way.

  The screen door creaks behind us and I turn around as Kodiak keeps an eye on the road. Riley tentatively steps out and peeks up at me without meeting my eyes. Smiling, I crouch down in front of her and hold out my hand.

  “Hi, you must be Riley.”

  She regards me for a moment before slowly extending her hand and shaking mine. “Hi.”

  Camilla comes out and I stand up, offering her a warm smile. “All ready?”

  “I think so,” she says, glancing back at the house like she might see something she’s forgotten.

  “As long as you’ve got the stuff that can’t be replaced, don’t worry about it. We’ll buy you anything else you need.”

  She nods, letting out a breath. “Thank you.”

  “All right, y’all. Let’s get on the road,” Kodiak says an
d as I turn to lead them to the truck, a little hand slips into mine. Camilla gasps and I look down, smiling at Riley as she peeks up at me.

  “She’s usually so scared of men,” Camilla whispers to Kodiak and I feel myself getting a little choked up. This is what it’s all about for us and I’m fucking honored this little girl, who has been hurt in ways a child never should, feels safe with me and trusts me enough to help her.

  When we get to the truck, I push the seat forward and help Riley and Camilla climb into the back before jumping in and scanning the street again. As soon as Kodiak climbs behind the wheel, we take off for Emma’s. Kodiak was right earlier. Something feels off today and it’s making me antsy.

  “What’s your name?” a tiny little voice asks from the back of the truck and I glance over my shoulder to find Riley staring at me with wide blue eyes. Turning in my seat so I can see her better, I smile.

  “My name is Chance, little Darlin’.”

  She smiles, revealing a missing front tooth. “Thank you for saving us, Mr. Chance.”

  I glance over at Camilla and she has her hand over her mouth as tears fill her eyes.

  “We got company,” Kodiak says in a low voice and I glance out of the back window. The sleek black sedan we saw not so long ago in their driveway is right behind us.

  “Lose him,” I hiss before turning back to Riley with a smile on my face. “So, I hear you started kindergarten this year.”

  She nods, her smile widening and my own feels more sincere.

  “I bet that means you’re smarter than me now, little Miss Riley.”

  “No way.” She giggles, a sweet little sound that is completely out of place with the rising tension in the truck. “You’re a grown up. I gotta be big like you to be that smart.”

  “I don’t know, Sweetheart. Can you read?” I ask, keeping an eye on the car behind us as Kodiak speeds up to lose him.

  “Yes, Mommy taught me how.”

  “See, you’re smarter than me already. I have no idea how to read.”

  She giggles more as she shakes her head at me. “I know you’re lying, Mr. Chance.”

  “Am I?”

  “Yes,” she replies, giving me a no nonsense look that pulls a chuckle out of me.

  “Hey, I have a game on my phone. Do you want to play it?”

  Her eyes light up and she nods her head. “Yes, please.”

  I pass her my phone and she focuses on it, completely oblivious to the fact that her good for nothing father is on our ass. Camilla mouths a “thank you” and I nod as I turn to face the front again, glancing over at Kodiak.

  “Hang on,” he whispers, slamming the gas pedal down to the floor and Riley lets out a little squeak behind me. Glancing back, I offer her a smile and she returns it, looking less than convinced everything is okay.

  Without slowing much, Kodiak turns down a side street and the tires squeal before he floors it again and we roar down the street. Repeating the move two more times, we wind up on the freeway and when I glance behind us, I can’t see the sedan anywhere.

  “We can’t take ‘em to Emma’s house in case there’s a chance he’s still following us,” Kodiak murmurs and I nod in agreement. The last thing I would ever want to do is lead trouble to Emma and Nix’s doorstep.

  “Let’s find a hotel. I’ll call Blaze.”

  He nods and I turn in my seat. “Hey, little one, I have to make a phone call. You think I could get my phone back?”

  She nods and holds it out in front of her. “Sure. Thanks for letting me play your game, Mr. Chance.”

  With a wink, I turn back around and dial Blaze. He picks up right away.

  “Hey, Boss, we got trouble.”

  “What’s going on?” he asks, his tone reflecting the vibe in the truck.

  I glance behind me, checking for the car again but the coast is still clear. “We had a tail. Pretty sure we lost him, but we don’t want to risk takin’ ‘em to Nix and Emma’s.”

  I hear a little giggle behind me and I glance over my shoulder as Riley shakes her head and looks up at her Mama. “He said he had a tail. That’s silly, Mama.”

  Camilla forces a smile to her face. “Yeah, it is, baby.”

  “Yeah, I agree. Take them to one of the nicer hotels downtown and check them in under your name,” Blaze says, getting my attention again.

  I nod, scanning the road again as I tell Kodiak to head downtown. “You got it, Prez.”

  After hanging up with Blaze, I turn to Riley again and smile. “So, Miss Riley, I have a question for you.”

  “What?” she asks, scowling up at me.

  “Do you like to swim? ‘Cause I heard the place we’re going has a super nice pool.”

  Her little face lights up and she jabbers on and on about going swimming. Kodiak glances in my direction and nods as I turn around to face the front, thankful that she never even realized she was in danger.

  Chapter Twelve

  Carly

  I scan the street for Ivy’s little blue sedan as I pull up in front of Aunt Dottie’s house but it’s nowhere to be seen and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Leave it to my sister to show up late on the night she’s supposed to introduce us to her boyfriend. Even I’m cutting it close tonight. Unless, of course, they took his car. I look around again, but my car and Dottie’s old VW Bug are the only vehicles even close to the house. The front door opens and Dottie steps out onto the porch, waving at me with a warm smile on her face. This is exactly what I need after seeing my mother last night.

  “Have you heard from your sister?” she asks as I climb out of the car and I shake my head.

  “No. Have you?”

  She frowns, scanning the street. “No.”

  “She’s probably taking her sweet ass time since there is no way you’ll lock her out tonight.”

  “And why wouldn’t I?” she asks, her tone all serious and I laugh.

  “Because you want to meet Julian.”

  She scowls for a moment before nodding. “Yes, that’s true. I suppose she’ll get away with it tonight or maybe I’ll just let Julian in and leave her out on the porch.”

  “Now, that’s just mean, Aunt Dottie.” I laugh and she flashes me a grin.

  “Come on inside and I’ll get you some sweet tea.”

  “Sounds perfect.” I follow her inside and she directs me to the dining room table, which is already set with some of her best china and I arch a brow as I peek into the kitchen. “Feeling nervous, Auntie?”

  “Hush, girl.” She shoots me a look that makes it very clear I should drop it. I giggle as I sit down and set my bag on the floor. I’m tempted to grab my phone and text Chance since I haven’t heard from him since earlier today but even the thought of sending the message irritates me. I’m not that girl and I’m not about to become her just because I want to soak up as much time as I can with him.

  “Here you go, sweetie,” she says, handing me a glass of sweet tea and I take a sip, humming in approval. I don’t know how she does it, but her sweet tea is always the best. “So, how are you?”

  I shrug, focusing on the condensation on the glass. “I’m pretty good.”

  “That is not the face of someone who is good.” She draws a circle in the air the size of my face and pins me with a stare.

  “It’s nothing. Just my mother.”

  “Oh. What’d she do this time?” Dottie knows all too well what my mother is like but she’s usually good about not talking down on her. Not that I care all that much these days but when I was a kid and still thought there might be some piece of my mother that cared about anything other than herself, it was nice Dottie kept her opinions to herself.

  “I had to go to a charity thing with her yesterday and there was this guy there.”

  “Let me guess. Young, handsome, and more money than God.”

  I curl my lip and tilt my head from side to side. “Yes-ish on the young part. Hell, no, on the handsome part, at least to me anyway, and definitely on the money part.”

  �
��Typical,” Dottie murmurs, shaking her head as she turns to look out the window. I follow her gaze, disappointed when I still don’t see Ivy out there.

  “You should have seen the look on both of their faces when I showed up with a date.”

  Her head whips back to me and she watches me with wide eyes for a second. “You took a date?”

  “Yeah.”

  “What’s his name?” she asks, setting her sweet tea down and leaning forward like she’s just heard the juiciest gossip. And, in a way, she has. I can’t even remember the last time I talked about a guy to her or anyone else.

  “Chance.”

  “And you two are…” She lets her question trail off, arching a brow and I smile as I shake my head.

  “We’re… I don’t know. We’re nothing but still…something. All I really know is we have a shelf life and it’s the only reason I’m allowing things to continue.”

  She sighs and slumps back in her chair. I’ve lost count of the number of times Aunt Dottie has tried to get me to try dating again but I always refuse. “And why does it have a shelf life?”

  “Because it’s doomed from the start, anyway.”

  “Child, it would break your daddy’s heart to hear you talk like this. What happened to you all those years ago was horrific, I won’t even deny that, but you can move on. You can find someone who loves you the way you deserve, the way your daddy would have wanted you to be loved.”

  Reaching across the table, I lay my hand on hers and shake my head. “Dottie, I love you and I appreciate what you’re saying but I have moved on. This is me after moving on and love is just not in the cards for me.”

  She forces a smile to her face and nods, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “You know I won’t push you, but I just wish you would go see someone or consider giving love a chance again. Those boys, they were awful, but they were also young and who knows the men they are today.”

  “I don’t want to talk about this tonight. Please, Aunt Dottie.”

  She pats my hand with her other hand and nods. “Of course. Why don’t you tell me about work? How is the new job treating you?”