The tears were traitors. She didn’t want them to fall, but they did, dripping down her cheeks. She wiped them away angrily.
Her mother was somehow part of the Skull Nation MC. The enemy of Straight to Hell MC. That apparently made her an enemy by association.
Bell paused. She hated feeling sad. Hated feeling pitiful.
Bell turned back around. She had walked long enough now that she couldn’t see the clubhouse.
Her mother!
Bell wasn’t a traitor. Her mother had ruined her life for the last time. Bell wasn’t going to hurt her mother, but now it was time to help Tank and attempt to eliminate the Skull Nation MC for good.
She wasn’t a violent person, but either way, she was going to find out the location of their enemies and let Tank know.
Chapter Twelve
He’d watched her go. She was too upset, angry, crying, and told him to stay away. He shouldn’t have listened to her. He was a fucking idiot.
This rift between Bell and his club was getting out of control. She wasn’t using him or trying to unravel the club. His brothers were judging her because of Karen Castle. Tank knew firsthand how much that woman had fucked with Bell’s head. She wanted nothing to do with her drunken mother.
Lord was making assumptions. Yeah, it looked bad that Bell’s mother was fucking her way into the enemies’ doors, but that didn’t mean Bell was one of the spies trying to destroy the Straight to Hell MC.
She was just a girl. And he was completely in love with her.
He’d called her the same night, but she never answered. He didn’t really expect her to.
Tank wasn’t able to keep still the next day, antsy, desperate to see her and make things right.
“Forget her,” Whisky said. He took a drag of his cigarette.
“Because you say so?”
“Look at her mother. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, or some shit like that. Why you so worked up over a piece of pussy?”
Tank clenched his teeth together. “She’s not a piece of pussy. That girl is nothing like her mother.”
“Tell that to Lord.” Whisky didn’t look too interested one way or another. Most of the higher ranks were seriously pissed off he’d let Bell through their gates.
He couldn’t lose Bell. She was more than a woman, a girlfriend. She was his best friend. They talked all the time about everything, about nothing. He’d never felt so comfortable andaccepted by anyone else in his life. He had to get his club to see the truth, but how?
Tonight, Lord said everyone had to be in church. Tank knew they’d start trash-talking Bell, blaming all their recent problems on her and her mother, pointing fingers at Tank.
The whore who’d been fucking the prospect and half of Skull Nation was Karen Castle. He hadn’t even known it was her mother at first, not until Copper had found out everything about her. In a way, she’d helped them because they were able to follow her conquests back to their new clubhouse. They had eyes on everyone going in and out now.
They had the upper hand.
He had to ask for some favors. Tank headed over to the junkyard out back. Copper was usually sitting at his big metal table fiddling with something. He was always building and taking apart things as a stress relief. The man may be Lord’s expert tech whizz, but he was also a badass biker with a temper that often had to be reined in.
Sure enough, he was tinkering with a soldering iron, a set of safety glasses over his eyes.
“Can we talk?”
Copper set down his tool and lowered his glasses. He rolled his eyes and wiped his brow as if Tank was the last person he wanted to see.
“Whatever you want, I’m sure Lord doesn’t want me to be a part of it.”
“You think I want to hurt the club?”
“What is it then?” Copper asked.