Prez’s POV
I admired Cracker’s spunk, but--- there was no f*****g way that Steel was going to let his woman be in any danger. Hell, the guy had already almost lost her once, I didn’t even fault the guy for not wanting to tempt faith.
Even if it was a good idea…
And it’s not like he didn’t have reason to worry. People had been calling us and telling us how they’d been approached by strangers who were asking about us. About our numbers and our security. And more specifically, asking about Cracker and Grace…
Over the past week, men on black unmarked motorcycles had been spotted around the club and at my house. Driving up and down the road that led to Cracker’s and Steel’s place. We’d been trying to find out what MC, but they were smart and covered up their logo.
Which really wasn’t good
