Chapter 2: The Photograph in Her Coat
Caleb got Evelyn out through the kitchen before the men reached the front door.
Rain hit them in the alley. Evelyn nearly slipped, but Caleb caught her and pulled her toward the motorcycles.
"Can you ride?" he asked.
"I can hold on."
Bear, Caleb's second-in-command, threw him a helmet and stared at Evelyn. "Boss, are we stealing rich ladies now?"
"Apparently she is my mother."
Bear blinked. "That a joke?"
"Does it look like one?"
They rode through rain and back roads until they reached the Wolves' garage outside town. It looked like a repair shop, but it was better guarded than most banks.
Inside the office, Evelyn removed the helmet. She was still afraid, but no longer helpless.
"My husband wants me declared incompetent," she said. "Then he controls my trust, my voting shares, and the foundation my father left me."
Caleb leaned against the desk. "Why come to me?"
She looked at him for a long moment.
"Because I had a son before I married Charles."
The room went still.
"I was twenty-one," Evelyn said. "His father was a mechanic named Thomas Hale. My family called him unsuitable. When I became pregnant, they sent me to a private clinic. They told me the baby died."
Caleb said nothing.
"After my father died, I found records. The baby was taken and placed with a woman named Marta Stone."
Caleb's face hardened. "Marta raised me."
"I know."
Evelyn took out an old photograph. It showed a young Evelyn beside a mechanic who had Caleb's jaw, Caleb's eyes, and the same scar through one eyebrow.
"My father?" Caleb asked.
"Yes."
"Where is he?"
"Dead. They said it was a motorcycle accident."
Before Caleb could answer, Saint, the club's tech man, rushed in with a tablet.
"Boss, we have a problem."
The screen showed Adrian Vale outside the gate with police.
Then the camera zoomed in on his car.
A small child's hand pressed against the back window.
Evelyn gasped.
May you like
Caleb looked at her. "Who is that?"
"My granddaughter," she whispered.
