Comp’s Chance (Reckless Omens MC)

Chapter 21

Twenty-One

COMP

THREE MONTHS LATER

“ A re you sure you’ll be alright while I’m in church? I have an appointment for the club later tonight, but I’ll come see you before I leave,” I ask Sunny, staring at her with a curious look.

She’s got something up her sleeve, and she won't tell me no matter what I do. I know it's something to do with the Ol’ Ladies, seeing as Hitter and Swift have brought their questions to me, seeing as their women seem as tight-lipped as mine. Loki, of course, just said Halle was always keeping him on his toes, so he didn’t notice anything new.

Damn, he must be a fucking maniac or adrenaline junky because there is no way I could live like this all the time, like I’m missing something, or she’s hiding something from me. I’ll let her have her fun, though. If I had any suspicions she was hiding something that could get her hurt, no way in hell would I back down, but I have a feeling they are just planning something to take away the boredom of being locked down in the clubhouse. After my run-in with Jason, Swift and Hitter thought it would be best to keep everyone close.

If you live in the compound behind the secured gates, you can head home. If not, you stay at the clubhouse. I’ve already started having my and Sunny’s house built by the lake on the back of the property, along with the other couples. I’ve had the floor plan for years, but never thought I’d need them. Turns out, I’m mad I didn’t start building it months ago. I can't wait to show Sunny and Paisley. The property is close to Loki and Halle’s house, so Paisley can always be close to Rome and Rae.

“I’ll be fine, I promise. Just go before Swift has your ass for being late,” she tells me, trying to shove me away. I smile before leaning down and giving her another hard kiss.

“Nah, Sunshine, I’m sure Swift is just as occupied with his Ol’ Lady,” I tell her, smiling when I see her face soften.

We’ve talked about her being my Ol’ Lady, and for all intents and purposes, she is. However, with all the shit goin' down and a few of the single brothers out on business trying to get more information on the situation, we haven’t had time to do the claiming party. It’s a tradition that each woman gets their property patch and tattoo at the property party. Sunny and I are both more than ready to take that step. Hell, even Paisley is on board. Her words were, “I ain’t leaving, Mama. This is home; these people are family. You can't make me.”

I wanted to laugh at her going toe-to-toe with Sunny. Both stood nose to nose with each other, hands on their hips and button noses scrunched up. The funny thing is, Sunny didn’t mention leaving this place, just the compound. She is tired of her and Paisley having to be cramped in such a small place. Her plan was to rent an apartment before I shut that shit down. I haven’t told her about the house yet, wanting to surprise them both, but I know I’ll have to soon, finished or not. Sunny isn’t going to be held off for much longer.I walk into church and notice everyone is already here but Hitter. He walks in, grumbling to himself about five minutes later.

“Everything good, brother?” I ask as he takes his seat beside me. He grunts but turns to me.

“I swear I don’t know what the fuck the women are up to, but they're up to something,” he says as Swift hits the gavel.

“Alright, let's get this meeting started. We have a few things to cover, and then we can hit the hay. First things first, Rodeo, how is Devil’s Crossroads doing?” he asks as we turn to look at our newest club member.

“Everything’s on the up and up, Prez. We had one incident with Dillion, the new prospect. His baby mama came up to the place starting shit, but we got it taken care of,” he says to the room.

“How is Dillion working out?” Hitter asks, looking back at Rodeo.

“He’s a hell of a worker, always on time, anywhere and everywhere I need him to be. The only issue we’ve had is his baby momma drama, but he’s been able to take care of it for the most part. I told him he needed to straighten that shit out, or he’d be out. He may be a good kid, but somethin’ ain’t right with that woman,” Rodeo says, shaking his head.

“Alright, keep us posted. Make sure he gets help with his baby mama if he needs it. Shouldn’t lose a good prospect over some stupid fucking drama. Next up on the agenda, we haven’t heard anything from Devil’s Cross or Deaths Angels, and something about that ain’t sitting right with me. Neither club is known for sitting still this long. I have some of my contacts keeping ears to the ground, but just watch each other’s six and don’t do something stupid, yeah?” Swift says, making eye contact with everyone in the group. We all agree before moving on.

“Last on the agenda, Comp. We know you’re claiming Sunny as your Ol’ Lady. I also know you don’t want to do that with all her past shit hanging over ya’ll’s head. What’s the latest on her situation?” Swift asks me, and I exhale deeply.

“Unfortunately, Jason's family ties, family name and money go a long way. He’s still looking for Sunny and Paisley, and luckily, he only seems to suspect they are here. As you know, a couple of his men have been hanging around town. With the girls not going out, it seems Jason is rethinking their location. However, back to those family ties. I can't get anything to stick on the fucker. It seems every report I’ve gone through, they’ve found a way around it. Doesn’t help, any and all information I send to the local cops gets swept under the rug. We knew that was going to happen, though,” I tell the room.

“We did. Keep sending them shit, though. The more shit we can put into their hands and the more they bury and destroy evidence, the more we can tie to them. I'm still trying to get it into the right hands, but I’ve got a lead on someone who could help. I’ll let you know when I have something,” Swift tells me. I know he has contacts all over the fucking world, but I have a feeling this job somehow involves some individuals who are closely connected to this club… but that’s not my story to tell or my contact to snitch.

“Sounds good, Prez. I’m still working my magic. Something isn’t adding up. I just can't put my finger on it. Something’s niggling at the back of my mind, but no amount of computer information is digging anything new up,” I say, getting frustrated. I can’t seem to get anything concrete to stick, not to mention I’m still having shit luck with my cousin's case.

I have one amazing skill, well, besides beating the shit out of assholes and making them disappear, and that’s computers. With no new information or leads, I’m feeling pretty fucking useless.

“Don’t beat yourself up, brother. Sometimes, things are out of even our reach. We’ll get this all sorted out soon. I know you’re having a hard time with Sunny and Paisley being cooped up,” Swift tells me, and I give him a chin lift in acknowledgment.

“Well, if we have nothing else to discuss, we’ll end…”

We all jump to our feet, racing out of the room as a scream rips through the clubhouse. What the fuck is going on? The clubhouse, hell, the whole compound is more fucking secure than Fort Knox. Since the last couple of instances of people getting on the property one way or another, me, Piper, and Devon have upped our security substantially. Actually, I heard the new prospect Dillon is a whiz at that shit too. Might need to pull his ass in on this… but first, to find out what the fuck is happening.

We all finally get to the top of the basement stairs, hearing a tiny whimper. I swear the stairs are going to crumble under all our booted feet. When we reach the bottom of the stairs, my first thought is…

I’m going to fucking murder them all!