Lucky's Choice
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Viper strode into the room, immediately breaking the town into sections to search among the brothers.
“Lucky, you take Jamestown. If she’s been missing since last night, it’s going to be a crap shoot to figure out how far she’s gotten.”
“I’ll get dressed and head that way. I’ll call Stud and ask if the Destructors can start searching.”
Viper nodded grimly. “Be quick. Knox had to alert Child Services when Willa reported Sissy missing. If the girl wanted away from Willa, she’s got her wish now.”
Lucky went downstairs to his room, taking a quick shower after calling Stud who said he would begin the search in Jamestown and offered to have the Blue Horsemen begin searching over the West Virginia line in case she had gone in the opposite direction.
He was tugging on his shirt when a thought occurred to him. Picking up his cell phone, he called Knox.
“Lucky?”
“Yeah. Have a quick question.”
“Go ahead.”
“Willa there or at home?”
“Willa’s here with the rest of the kids. Flora Tackett’s sitting here, ready to take custody of them. Willa notified her Sissy was missing.”
“Fucking bitch couldn’t wait until Sissy was found?”
“You know Flora.” Unfortunately, Lucky did. The self-righteous bitch wouldn’t think of taking in foster children, but she had no problem giving a hard time to anyone who did.
“Have you talked to Leanne?”
“I did. She swears she doesn’t know where her sister is.”
“She’s lying. Get her away from everyone and she’ll break.”
Knox’s voice lowered. “I can’t threaten a kid.” Lucky heard the door close in the background, and then Knox’s voice returned to normal. “Besides, Flora won’t leave me alone with her.”
“Send them all to the diner for breakfast and ask them to bring back something for Leanne. Tell them you need Leanne to go over a list of Sissy’s friends.”
“I already did that.”
“Do it again. Tell them she may have missed one. I don’t give a fuck what you tell them, just get them away from Leanne.”
“Then what? I can’t lay a hand on her.”
“Threaten her with arrest. Lock her up in a cell.”
Knox started laughing. “She’ll piss herself. I have Lyle back there.”
“If she knows where Sissy is, she’ll talk,” Lucky insisted.
“All right. What’s the worst that can happen? Diamond can sue the city and get my job back if I get my ass fired.”
“Those girls have been running circles around Willa for months. If Leanne breaks, give me a call. I’m going to Jamestown to check if she managed to get that far.”
“Wait fifteen minutes before you head out. No reason to backtrack if Leanne decides to talk.”
“All right. I have a few minutes to spare since Stud has the Destructors out searching.”
“I’ll call you back.” Knox disconnected the call.
Lucky stared at the women who were still lying on his bed, sleeping, and self-disgust filled him. While he had spent a night here in debauchery, Willa had endured a terrified one, worried about the girl she had tried to help.
Raci’s eyes flickered open. “Where are you going?”
“I need to take care of something. Can you clean the room for me?”
“Sure thing. It’s the least I can do after the night you gave me.” She sat up in bed, stretching.
“What do you want me to do with your knives?”
Lucky’s cell phone began to ring, but he didn’t immediately answer. He needed to get away from the memories of last night before he could deal with anything concerning Willa.
“Lay them on the nightstand. I’ll clean them and put them away myself.” He never trusted anyone other than himself to clean his knives. They would be left untouched until he had the time to sterilize them. Everyone in the club knew to never touch his knives, or there would be hell to pay.
Lucky left the bedroom, closing the door behind him before answering the insistent ringing, seeing it was Knox calling him back.
“What did you find out?”
“Brother, we have a big problem.”
Chapter 10
Willa’s hands twisted in her lap. She prayed good news about Sissy would be waiting for them when she returned from the uneaten breakfast she had tried to choke down. With fear for Sissy on her mind, the food hadn’t tempted her, and Flora Tackett’s stony silence hadn’t helped. However, disappointment filled her when she stepped inside the sheriff’s office and found there wasn’t any new information.
Willa looked up when the door opened, swallowing convulsively as she saw a couple she recognized from church approach Flora. She didn’t have to ask why they were there. Her arm tightened around Caroline’s waist, her other arm pulling Chrissy closer to her side. Charlie sat on the chair next to her, his feet swinging back and forth.
Flora and the couple walked toward her.
“Willa, you know the Wests?”
She nodded. Dalton West and his wife Lisa were both deeply involved in the church, considering it their sacred duty to live their lives in service to God. Willa couldn’t explain the feeling of distrust she felt whenever they were near, although she had marked it down to Lisa’s flirtatious behavior with Lucky when he had been pastor. The husband had witnessed the behavior and had even seemed to encourage the inappropriate conduct.
They had taken in several children from the community. The younger sister of Cal, Jace’s friend, was one, whose mother had died from cancer. There was also an older girl who had been raised in the home and had moved out on her own. She still attended church yet refused to have anything to do with the couple. Willa took that as a sign that no close relationship had formed between them in the time she had been in their home. Ginny had spent six years living with the couple; therefore, some kind of attachment should have been formed. Instead, the girl wouldn’t speak to the couple when they approached her at church gatherings.
Willa couldn’t place her finger on exactly why she didn’t like them. They were always polite and constantly volunteered at the church and school. They were just too perfect. Not to mention, there was something about the way they would look at The Last Riders’ women when they attended church that made her think of her own mother when she would lecture her on being a good Christian girl.
“Yes.” Willa didn’t stand, not wanting to wake Caroline who was asleep on her chest.
“They will be taking charge of Caroline, Chrissy, and Charlie.” Flora’s brusque voice was matter-of-fact as she ripped the children’s world apart.
“Please, can’t we wait—?”
“You are clearly unable to handle these children and keep them safe.”
Leanne, who had been sitting quietly, sprung to her feet. “I won’t go!”
“Lucky, you take Jamestown. If she’s been missing since last night, it’s going to be a crap shoot to figure out how far she’s gotten.”
“I’ll get dressed and head that way. I’ll call Stud and ask if the Destructors can start searching.”
Viper nodded grimly. “Be quick. Knox had to alert Child Services when Willa reported Sissy missing. If the girl wanted away from Willa, she’s got her wish now.”
Lucky went downstairs to his room, taking a quick shower after calling Stud who said he would begin the search in Jamestown and offered to have the Blue Horsemen begin searching over the West Virginia line in case she had gone in the opposite direction.
He was tugging on his shirt when a thought occurred to him. Picking up his cell phone, he called Knox.
“Lucky?”
“Yeah. Have a quick question.”
“Go ahead.”
“Willa there or at home?”
“Willa’s here with the rest of the kids. Flora Tackett’s sitting here, ready to take custody of them. Willa notified her Sissy was missing.”
“Fucking bitch couldn’t wait until Sissy was found?”
“You know Flora.” Unfortunately, Lucky did. The self-righteous bitch wouldn’t think of taking in foster children, but she had no problem giving a hard time to anyone who did.
“Have you talked to Leanne?”
“I did. She swears she doesn’t know where her sister is.”
“She’s lying. Get her away from everyone and she’ll break.”
Knox’s voice lowered. “I can’t threaten a kid.” Lucky heard the door close in the background, and then Knox’s voice returned to normal. “Besides, Flora won’t leave me alone with her.”
“Send them all to the diner for breakfast and ask them to bring back something for Leanne. Tell them you need Leanne to go over a list of Sissy’s friends.”
“I already did that.”
“Do it again. Tell them she may have missed one. I don’t give a fuck what you tell them, just get them away from Leanne.”
“Then what? I can’t lay a hand on her.”
“Threaten her with arrest. Lock her up in a cell.”
Knox started laughing. “She’ll piss herself. I have Lyle back there.”
“If she knows where Sissy is, she’ll talk,” Lucky insisted.
“All right. What’s the worst that can happen? Diamond can sue the city and get my job back if I get my ass fired.”
“Those girls have been running circles around Willa for months. If Leanne breaks, give me a call. I’m going to Jamestown to check if she managed to get that far.”
“Wait fifteen minutes before you head out. No reason to backtrack if Leanne decides to talk.”
“All right. I have a few minutes to spare since Stud has the Destructors out searching.”
“I’ll call you back.” Knox disconnected the call.
Lucky stared at the women who were still lying on his bed, sleeping, and self-disgust filled him. While he had spent a night here in debauchery, Willa had endured a terrified one, worried about the girl she had tried to help.
Raci’s eyes flickered open. “Where are you going?”
“I need to take care of something. Can you clean the room for me?”
“Sure thing. It’s the least I can do after the night you gave me.” She sat up in bed, stretching.
“What do you want me to do with your knives?”
Lucky’s cell phone began to ring, but he didn’t immediately answer. He needed to get away from the memories of last night before he could deal with anything concerning Willa.
“Lay them on the nightstand. I’ll clean them and put them away myself.” He never trusted anyone other than himself to clean his knives. They would be left untouched until he had the time to sterilize them. Everyone in the club knew to never touch his knives, or there would be hell to pay.
Lucky left the bedroom, closing the door behind him before answering the insistent ringing, seeing it was Knox calling him back.
“What did you find out?”
“Brother, we have a big problem.”
Chapter 10
Willa’s hands twisted in her lap. She prayed good news about Sissy would be waiting for them when she returned from the uneaten breakfast she had tried to choke down. With fear for Sissy on her mind, the food hadn’t tempted her, and Flora Tackett’s stony silence hadn’t helped. However, disappointment filled her when she stepped inside the sheriff’s office and found there wasn’t any new information.
Willa looked up when the door opened, swallowing convulsively as she saw a couple she recognized from church approach Flora. She didn’t have to ask why they were there. Her arm tightened around Caroline’s waist, her other arm pulling Chrissy closer to her side. Charlie sat on the chair next to her, his feet swinging back and forth.
Flora and the couple walked toward her.
“Willa, you know the Wests?”
She nodded. Dalton West and his wife Lisa were both deeply involved in the church, considering it their sacred duty to live their lives in service to God. Willa couldn’t explain the feeling of distrust she felt whenever they were near, although she had marked it down to Lisa’s flirtatious behavior with Lucky when he had been pastor. The husband had witnessed the behavior and had even seemed to encourage the inappropriate conduct.
They had taken in several children from the community. The younger sister of Cal, Jace’s friend, was one, whose mother had died from cancer. There was also an older girl who had been raised in the home and had moved out on her own. She still attended church yet refused to have anything to do with the couple. Willa took that as a sign that no close relationship had formed between them in the time she had been in their home. Ginny had spent six years living with the couple; therefore, some kind of attachment should have been formed. Instead, the girl wouldn’t speak to the couple when they approached her at church gatherings.
Willa couldn’t place her finger on exactly why she didn’t like them. They were always polite and constantly volunteered at the church and school. They were just too perfect. Not to mention, there was something about the way they would look at The Last Riders’ women when they attended church that made her think of her own mother when she would lecture her on being a good Christian girl.
“Yes.” Willa didn’t stand, not wanting to wake Caroline who was asleep on her chest.
“They will be taking charge of Caroline, Chrissy, and Charlie.” Flora’s brusque voice was matter-of-fact as she ripped the children’s world apart.
“Please, can’t we wait—?”
“You are clearly unable to handle these children and keep them safe.”
Leanne, who had been sitting quietly, sprung to her feet. “I won’t go!”
