Todos os capítulos de The MC President’s Wanted Woman: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Claire’s POV Lilly asked for her purple pajamas while I was rinsing her cereal bowl. “The star ones,” she added from the table. “And my pink brush.” I set the bowl in the drying rack and looked over at her. Kevin was tucked beneath one arm, and Mr. Pickles sat beside her with his face planted against the tabletop. “You have a brush here.” “That one hurts.” “You said that one was fine yesterday.” “It wasn’t.” Teo came through the kitchen carrying an empty coffee mug. “I’d listen to her. She looks serious.” Lilly nodded. “I am.” “You’re not helping,” I told him. “Wasn’t trying to.” He went to the coffee pot. I dried my hands on the towel beside the sink. Lilly had mentioned things from home every day since we left. A shirt she liked. Her nightlight. A book she wanted. Her backpack. I had kept telling myself none of it mattered enough to go back for yet. My laptop was still there too. So were birth certificates, insurance papers, Lilly’s preschool records, mos

Claire’s POV “I was told to bring you a message.” The deputy kept his eyes on me through the gate. I waited, but when he still didn’t say anything else, I asked what message. He glanced at Nick before answering. “Sheriff says the drive you took from the house needs to be returned.” My stomach pulled tight. Grant had sent a deputy here for the USB. He hadn’t called me. He hadn’t texted me. He had sent somebody in uniform to stand outside the clubhouse gate and ask for it. “Returned to who?” “The sheriff.” “You just said he sent you.” The deputy shifted beside the cruiser. “Mrs. Bennett, I’m only telling you what I was told.” “Then tell me all of it.” His eyes went to Nick again. Nick stayed beside me without saying anything. The deputy looked back at me. “Sheriff Bennett wants the drive back.” “Why?” “He said it has county information on it.” I stared at him. County information. Grant hadn’t said that when he came home and found us in his office. He had wanted to know w

Grant’s POV Dale called while I was standing at the kitchen counter eating cold takeout. I wiped sauce off my thumb and let the phone ring until I’d finished chewing. He’d already called twice while I was eating, as if putting money in my hand entitled him to every fucking minute of my evening. “Did you get it?” he asked as soon as I answered. “I would’ve called you.” I pushed the container away and leaned against the counter. “You told me the deputy would bring it back.” “And my wife decided to make a scene at the gate.” Warren had been careful about how he described it when he reported back. Claire had refused the request. Claire had told him to contact her attorney. He’d made it sound like a perfectly reasonable conversation between two reasonable people, which only made me want to put my fist through something. A few days behind Salazar’s fence and suddenly she thought she could send my own deputy away. “My man watched him leave,” Dale said. “Figured you might’ve gotten some

Claire’s POVI was rinsing Lilly’s cup in the clubhouse kitchen when my phone started ringing on the counter.Sarah Bell.I glanced at the clock above the sink. It was almost midnight, and the last time my attorney had called me this late, Grant had been trying to take my daughter away from me.I grabbed a towel, dried my hands, and answered.“Sarah? What’s wrong?”“Claire, where are you?”“At the clubhouse. Lilly’s asleep. Why?”“Is Nick there?”“He’s in his office.” I pulled out a chair. “What happened? Did Grant do something?”“There’s a video circulating online involving your husband. Someone forwarded it to me about twenty minutes ago, and I’ve been trying to establish what happened before calling you.”“What kind of video?”“It was recorded at the Desert Rest motel tonight. A young woman is accusing Grant of helping the men who were holding her against her will. The recording also shows another woman leaving with two men while witnesses are trying to intervene.”I sat down.“Wha

Nick’s POV“That charge was made before Claire left him,” Evan said.I leaned over his shoulder. He had two files open, a motel receipt on one side of the screen and a transport record on the other. The same reference appeared on both. Beneath a vehicle entry, a line I had already read enough times to remember sat above the date.Bennett says county road is clean.Ortega drew his chair closer. “Show me how you got from one to the other.”Evan went back to the index. “Desert Rest brought up the receipt. This reference leads to the transport entry.” He clicked through them again, leaving the dates visible. “I haven’t contacted the motel.”“Good. Keep the associated material together.”I looked across the desk at Ortega. “Bennett turns up there while a woman’s being taken away, and his name’s already attached to a trip through the same motel. What else do you need?”“The records checked against their sources. Accounts from the people involved.” He met my eyes. “I need to establish what h