Chapter 10: Leo

_\*Treat her right, respect her boundaries, listen to her. But if you ever hit my baby girl, you’re going to see just how ruthless I can be. You won’t like it. – Molly\*_

The large man that took Priscilla away from Leo was a fully patched brother. The prospect would be an idiot to object to his woman going with him. So, he had sat there and held her while Tank and Molly spoke about Priscilla and not once did they ask for his opinion.

“I’ll have Athos take her to the Shack,” Tank said. Not to Leo, but to Molly.

Her father nodded, “He’ll take good care of her. Make her eat and get some sleep. Tell him to check with Cookie…”

Leo bit his tongue and didn’t tell them that he could do that himself. Their conversation flowed around him, and he tuned it out until Tank squatted down in front of him. The older man’s large hand reached out to gently caress her cheek.

Giving her a small smile, Tank softly asked, “You want to go up and see her?”

She nodded her head where it rested against Leo’s chest, as if she did not trust her own voice.

Tank reached up to brush away a tear on her cheek, “None of that, little one.” Standing up, he offered her a hand that she slipped her own much smaller hand into. Leo released Priscilla as the larger man gently pulled her to her feet. Tank placed a protective arm around her shoulders as he guided her out of the waiting room.

“Come on,” Molly tapped Leo’s leg with the back of his hand. “They’ll take good care of her.”

Leo nodded in agreement. The waiting room emptied out as the bikers left and headed for the Shack. On the ride to the Shack, Leo tried to get his jealousy under control. After all, the younger man, Athos, was one of Priscilla’s oldest friends. She had often referred to him as her chosen brother.

They were directed to park in the parking garage, and Leo wondered how many people would be staying at the Shack. Before he could spend too much time focusing on it, Molly approached him.

“I need you to come with me,” Priscilla’s father declared, and told Danny Trejo that they would be back.

“Going to get the Heaven?” Danny Trejo asked with a voice that did not belong to Danny Trejo.

“Yeah, should be about twenty minutes,” Molly confirmed, and Danny Trejo nodded before he relayed the message with the two-way radio that he held.

Once they were settled into a pickup with badging for a local animal clinic, Leo asked about the other man. “That’s not really Danny Trejo, is it?”

Molly chuckled as he pulled out of the parking spot and headed for the door. He stopped at the gate and rolled his window down as Trigg, the president of the third clubhouse, Pops Place, slowed his bike.

“How’s your baby?” Trigg asked.

“She’s okay, considering.”

“Camille’s already here,” Sid, Trigg’s wife, said from behind him. “I made brownies.”

“I’ll hit you up for some of those when we get back,” Molly chuckled.

“I’ll save some for you,” she promised with a little laugh as Trigg pushed off, and they rolled towards the parking garage.

“We all joke that Spider could beat Danny Trejo in a Danny Trejo look-a-like contest,” Molly said as he rolled past the gate and headed for the high school. “His road name was going to be Trejo,” he grinned over at the younger man, “but he screamed like a little bitch only a few weeks before he patched. There was a small garden spider, and you would have thought that he was facing down one of Stephen King’s monsters.”

“Suddenly, Leo sounds a whole lot better,” Leo chuckled.

“Leo is a good name.”

“How did you get your name?”

Molly chuckled as he turned. “Long story short, I caused a man to molly himself and dropped him at a gay bar.”

Leo could not stop his jaw from dropping open any more than he could keep his eyes from widening. Grinning, Molly glanced over at the younger man in the passenger seat. At Leo’s expression, Molly chuckled as he pulled into the school parking lot.

Rolling down his window, he smiled at the local police officer that was working the lot.

“Anything that I can help you boys with?” the cop asked.

“My daughter witnessed the shooting,” Molly explained. “We got a call saying that we could pick up her car.”

“Which one?”

“The blue Heaven,” Molly pointed to the classic car that was sitting in the student lot.

He gave a low whistle. “That’s a sweet ride.”

“Yeah,” Molly grinned proudly. “Her little sister is getting a little T-bird.”

“Damn, I’m going to have to start swinging by just to check out the rides.”

“Some of the guys are trying to get a car show together for next summer. Keep an eye out for information at Wilson’s.”

“I’ll do that,” the cop smiled. “You’ll need to bring the cars back through this entrance, it’s the only one that’s open. How’s your daughter doing?”

Molly swallowed as he thought about how to answer. “She’s upset. Not only was it her teacher, but her aunt.”

“Damn, that really sucks,” he tapped the top of the cab with his knuckles. He stepped back and motioned for them to move forward.

Molly drove into the nearly empty parking lot and aimed his pickup at the 57 Chevy Bel Aire that sat by itself. Stopping next to his daughter’s car, he pulled the keys out of his cut pocket and handed them over.

“You have to prime the engine since it’s been sitting for a while, just two or three pumps of the gas pedal before you crank her,” he advised. “I’ll wait for, signal when ready. Stay behind me, no stops, straight to the Shack.”

“Yes, sir,” Leo agreed as he took the keys and reached for the door handle.

“Leo, I appreciate the fact that you’re letting her friends take care of her. They needed that as much as she did.”

He smiled at Priscilla’s father before sliding out of the pickup. “It’s about her, right?”

“You’re a good man.”

“Thank you, sir,” Leo said as he shut the door and then went to the blue car. He slid behind the wheel and primed the engine before turning the key. The engine roared to life with the second attempt.

He mentally kicked himself the entire ride back to the Shack. He had been focused on what he could do or what he was being left out of. Everyone else was focused on what Priscilla needed.

As her boyfriend, that was what he should have been focused on. What did she need? Not what he needed.

Following Molly to park the vehicles where the Shack prospect pointed, Leo vowed that he would focus on Priscilla and what she needed and not what he needed.

He had to remind himself of this vow when Athos walked in with Priscilla, and she headed upstairs. Leo started to follow her, and Athos grabbed his arm.

“Not right now, man,” Athos shook his head as he spoke softly.

“That’s my girlfriend,” Leo growled.

“Prospect,” Athos warned as he stepped into the other man’s space. “I’m going to give you a moment to reconsider your actions because today has been an emotional one all around.”

He fucked up, and Leo knew it. He swore under his breath and apologized to the patched brother. The other man was about the same age as Leo, but he had already completed his probationary time. He earned the patch that Leo wanted.

“I’m sorry…”

“That’s fine, prospect,” he tipped his head down the hall. “Why don’t you get something to eat and then head out to the bonfire.”

With that, Athos walked away, and Leo headed to the large dining hall. He ate a cheeseburger that, on any other day, he would have enjoyed the flavor. Tonight, it was flavorless in his mouth. Grabbing a beer from the bar, he headed back and found a seat in the growing crowd around the bonfire.

The sun set, and the temperature dropped as the crowd and fire grew. He was lost in his own thoughts when a blonde wearing a skimpy outfit sat in his lap. The black skirt looked like the red tube top and the two could be interchanged to make a new outfit.

He was certain that there was about a mile between her high heels and the band of material that was impersonating a skirt. Her golden hair hung past her shoulders and Leo could easily picture his fist wrapped in her hair. She could ...

“Not tonight,” Leo shook his head and held out a hand to help her stand.

“You sure, sugar?” she flicked her hair over her shoulder.

“I am."