Free Forged: A Devil's Spawn MC Novel by Natasha Thomas Page B

him. Anyway, a week ago Collins came to the clubhouse pissed right the fuck off. The man has some brass balls, because he walked right up to the front door and let himself in uninvited.”
     
    That earns him a chuckle from Pipe.
    “He didn’t quit while he was ahead though. No, the man was fucking pissed. He started mouthing off at Cage before he could get a word in edgewise. Seeing Cage backed into a corner, speechless at the verbal ass kicking he was getting, I almost left Collins too it.” I’d have paid good money to see that. No one fucked with Cage. “He was asking to talk to me. So when the boys told him I wasn’t here, he started going on about his daughter being knocked up claiming she was left to deal with the pregnancy alone, and was raising the kid by herself. Tank called me to get my ass down here to deal with his crazy ass, hence the reason we’re here.”
     
    Looking between us he lets out a deep sigh. But with that sigh none of the wariness I’d seen before had dissipated, it had actually gotten worse.
    “His daughter moved out of home the day she turned eighteen. From the way he tells it she couldn’t wait to get out of there and back to civilization. Aside from the trips she does to deliver supplies to him she hasn’t been back since, refused to. Collins had no idea she was pregnant until she showed up one day baby bump and all. He asked questions, she put him off, did it for a good long time too. It was pretty much a standoff between them until last week when she broke down and told him the truth. Well, her version of the truth anyway. That’s why I wanted to look into it before bringing it to the pair of you. Last thing we need is her fucking with anyone’s lives for the sake of it. Playing the scorned woman and taking that shit out on innocent men isn’t going to fly with me.”
     
    “So some bitch has a kid, claims it’s a brothers, and now she wants what? I’m still not getting how any of this is our fucking problem. You want us to talk to her, her old man, what?” Dagger’s snaps impatiently.
     
    Pinching the bridge of his nose, Priest looks to Pipe, who in turn gives him a curt nod. It took me a while when I was first prospecting to get used to the silent conversations these two men had. A few grunts, hand gestures, and head nods and the two of them could’ve been deciding the fate of the free world for all we knew.
     
    “Fuck no I don’t want you to talk to her. Wouldn’t matter if you did anyway. I don’t think you’d get any different information than I did when I paid her a visit yesterday.” Quirking his brow in amusement he adds, “She was surprisingly forthcoming with the facts after I sat her down and explained my position to her. Funny how that shit works,” Priest says grinning.
     
    I for one wouldn’t like to be on the receiving end of one of Priest’s talks that’s for sure. He might be getting older, just over sixty now, but he’s no less deadly than he was twenty years ago, and I can only imagine the tone that conversation took.
    “This is the part where both of you come in. Collins’ daughter, Stacey,” at the sound of her name my head snaps up. My eyes connect with his instantly seeking clarification, which I get with a subtle head tilt.
     
    “What the fuck?” I fume.
     
    Priest crosses his arms over his chest pinning me with a glacial glare.
    “Stacey had a thing for you for years, Saint. She didn’t make a secret of it, and given the first opportunity she acted on what she saw as her chance to have some kind of relationship with you. And she did that using whatever she had to obviously.”
     
    Turning his head toward Dagger he addresses him now.
    “You just got caught in the crossfire,” he says shaking his head sadly. “Way she tells it, she’d been in Dagger’s bed off and on for weeks before she got knocked up. One night after a run, Saint was fucking wasted. Apparently she thought it’d be a good idea help him into bed, strip