Unbreakable: Unrequited Part Two (Fallen Aces MC Book 2) Read Free Page A

but you’ve got some strong support in that chapter of yours.”
    “And yours?” I ask. “Where does Fort Worth stand in all of this?”
    Hooch grins, relaxing back into his seat. “You know how my old man feels about Apex.”
    “Yeah, he gave me some indication on that.” Certainly sounds interesting, what’s going down in my absence. “They expectin’ me back as soon as I’m up?”
    Hooch nods. “Beefy wants to talk to you about your ‘problem’.” His gaze tracks Murphy as he re-enters and sets my phone down on the small table beside my chair. “You got a plan?”
    I shake my head as I grab my phone and power it up. Thank fuck. The damn thing has twelve percent left on it. Just enough. I set it aside while it catches up on missed notifications. “I have a contact on Carlos’s side though. Figured I’d start there.”
    “That wise?” Hooch leans forward, elbows to his knees as he looks me over.
    “I need to know how she is.” I pick the phone up and clear the screen, scrolling through the contacts until I find the number I need. All eyes are on me as I tap the dial icon beside Sully’s name and lift the phone to my ear. “My head won’t be on right until I do.”
    Murphy and Hooch exchange glances while I listen to the rings. Our host pops his head around the doorway and indicates lunch is ready right as Sully’s phone clicks over to voicemail. I end the call without leaving a message and pocket the device as Seamus re-enters the room.
    “Why all three of you?” I ask, trying to push the frustration at getting no answer to the back of my mind. “Didn’t think I’d warrant this much protection.”
    “We’re not here for protection,” Hooch says dryly, gesturing for the other two to head through for the food. “We’re here to make sure you don’t take off.”
    I hesitate, my eyes narrowed on Hooch’s back as the he follows the other out of the room. “Thought you’d be on my side through all of this, man.” Here I was thinking he was doing me a solid, but the asshole was working on Apex’s behalf all along.
    Hooch hesitates, his eyes cast down as he looks over his shoulder. “I am on your side. That’s why I’m makin’ sure you do this right and don’t charge on in there, guns blazing, gettin’ your ass shot the hell up.” He spins around slowly, taking a step toward me. “You rang and said you needed help, so I turned up. No, I didn’t know what the problem was until now, but fuck, man, you rode for hours droppin’ your blood on the road from here to Texas. Take a stupid man not to realize it was somethin’ you weren’t keepin’ a level head about. You needed somebody to tug on your reins and slow you down, and me?” He thumbs his chest. “I’m the idiot crazy enough to try and pull this bronco in.”
    “I appreciate it, brother. I really do.” The whole situation has me as jumpy as a cricket in spring. One comment, one misled thought and I was ready to throw years of friendship with Hooch out the window.
    “Come, eat. You need to get a bit of strength back if you’re gonna have to deal with Apex’s shit.”
    I follow Hooch through to the dining table, a hell of a lot more confused than I was when I first stepped in the room. The saying goes that sometimes less is more, and the deeper I go into this mess with the club, with Elena, the more I have to agree.
    Maybe I should step out before I get stuck at this meal and try Sully again? But what’s the point? His call history will show him who rang, and if he were in a position to, he would ring back. He could be busy. Maybe he’s with Carlos? There are a thousand reasons why Sully didn’t answer. Still, it does nothing to appease my worry.
    I take a seat at the table and half-heartedly listen to the guys make small talk with our hosts. The woman—Edith—works at an old folks’ home in Kansas City. They’d been on the way in to drop her off for her shift when she’d spotted my boots poking out from behind my