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Jimmy Love
Jimmy Love had gone back to his town after his encounter with Teresa... and Vance. He had been really surprised to find him there, in his daughter’s house, half-naked. It was obvious that the man had made more advances that he had told him about, and although Jimmy had hidden his anger and surprise pretty well, he was boiling on the inside. He hoped Vance would not dare to betray him.
No, the lad ain’t that stupid, Jimmy thought, parking his bike in front of his club after spending the last few hours driving at top speed. He entered the club and headed directly to his office. At that time of day, it was completely empty. “But he owes me a very good explanation, or I will skin his damn perfect skin off his damn body,” he muttered, kicking the chair before collapsing on it.
He drew his flask out of the desk drawer and drank from it. The heat from the alcohol calmed his spirit. No, it was not the time to succumb to rage. He had to think carefully about his next move. He coughed a bit and took out some paper and a pen, starting to write something down.
After he was finished, he grabbed his phone and called Vance’s lieutenant, David Bailey.
“Come ‘ere immediately, Bailey,” he ordered. The lad did not take long to get to his office.
“What do you need of me, boss?” Bailey asked respectfully. The boys at the club respected and obeyed him, maybe Teresa would too?
She takes after her damn mother, he thought before addressing Bailey.
“I want you to go here and tail Vance Tate. The lad was one of yer people, right?” Jimmy said, handing him the piece of paper with an address written on it.
Bailey took it and nodded. “Yes, sir. Has he given you any trouble?” he asked cautiously.
“Not yet. And I want to make sure that it stays that way. Ye do not need to know the details, just go there and make sure he sees ye several times. He will know better than to piss me off,” he muttered.
Bailey agreed. He did not like the idea of going on a blind mission, but he would never refuse it for two good reasons: first, you never refused a direct order from the boss, and second, he was actually very interested in knowing what Vance Tate was up to. He had not bought his cover for one second, and he had been away for a couple of months already. Maybe if he went there, he could guess for himself what Vance Tate’s mission was.
“Is there anything else you want me to do, boss?” Bailey asked.
“Yes. Call me every day with updates on his activities. All of ‘em,” he insisted. Bailey nodded again, then left the office.
Jimmy Love watched Bailey go. He had not told him about Tate’s mission, but he knew that the moment Bailey saw Teresa he would know. After all, Bailey had been the one he had hoped to marry Teresa to, and they had even dated at one point. And he knew that Jimmy wanted her home no matter the cost and that Teresa would have never agreed to marry him once she left town.
He was counting on Bailey’s surprise and his pride to teach Vance a lesson. David Bailey was loyal enough not to do nothing lethal to Vance if he did not have the orders, but also aggressive enough to scare the shit out of the kid.
Also, thanks to Bailey, Jimmy would be informed about every step Vance Tate took towards marrying Teresa, and when the moment came, he could make them both go back home if Vance decided to betray him. Jimmy felt better knowing that he had sent one of his best men to take care of everything and he could concentrate on other affairs, such as what he would do when Teresa returned home.
The damn cough got to him again, and he looked in the drawer until he found his coughing pills. He swallowed two with the help of his flask and soon stopped coughing.
He looked at the time on his watch: it was almost twelve o’clock, and he had an appointment he could not miss in half an hour. He got up and went to the bar outside his office, where he prepared a mug of coffee to gulp before heading to his new destination.
While he drove there, he wondered how it would be to have Teresa home again and finally be able to leave the Grim Rebels to her. The Grim Rebels. He had sacrificed everything for the gang that his father had founded and he had inherited, making them greater than they ever were.
He had given up everything for the Rebels: his life, his marriage, his youth. He was willing to give them his daughter if that was what it took to keep them going. Of course, Teresa could not lead them without a man by her side, so she had to marry one of them in order to inherit the club. If he’d had sons, things would have been different, but he was only able to conceive Teresa. And that would have to be enough.
Why did not she understand that her place was with the gang? Why was she always so difficult? He had tried to subdue and teach his daughter her place in the world since she was a child, but Teresa never wanted to listen. Now he was forced to hand the club to a newcomer, a pretty boy with no tattoos or scars that proved him to be worthy of leadership, because if that didn’t happen, Teresa would never come back.
Getting down from his bike, Jimmy Love felt sick again. He hated that a clueless kid like Vance Tate would inherit the club, but he would do anything to bring Teresa back. And this time he would make sure she never left his side, even if he had to tie her to the damn bar.
Jimmy looked at his watch again. A quarter to twelve. It was early, but he would not have problems: the meeting would start when he said so, and he was already there. He went into the building and into one elevator, where he pressed the button for the second floor. Once there, a receptionist signaled to the door next to him, as if he did not already know where to go.
They were waiting for him.
“James Love?” a woman asked. Jimmy nodded and gave her a glare. She accompanied him to his seat, and while he waited, he took his phone and called Teresa once more.
“Teresa, do not think that just because ye have found yerself a new flashy husband, I will leave ye alone. Yer place is in the club. So, get married, do whatever is it ye want to do, and come back home with yer new man. Yer place is in the club with me,” he said warningly.
Jimmy Love hung up and closed his eyes. Soon his daughter would be back home. He had his best man making sure that Vance Tate did not betray him. Soon everything would be as it should have always been, and he could finally rest. He felt a sting in his right arm, but he did not open his eyes. Soon, all of that would go away. Those damn meetings would end.
Teresa would go back home and inherit the club, even if it took him his whole life and had to drag her chained by her wrists. He would make sure, or he would die trying. She would never escape him.
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The story continues in Book 2 of the Grim Rebels MC trilogy, HIS CAPTIVE TOY. Check it out now!
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