<strong><em>Kelly in the carpark with Wyatt</em></strong><br/><br/><br/>She smiled at his words, it was pretty impossible not too then followed him to a more secluded area of the carpark. He was literally like that, all honey with some vigorous punch she mused as she followed him, unable to take her eyes from his frame as she did so. She didn't doubt for a minute that his methods worked either with club business, with how he gambled or with women. She wasn't a fool of course, it was another reason she stayed as clear of making her feelings known to him. Being Michael's sister she had been witness to plenty of the women or sweetbutts that flung themselves at the club members feet. It never did her any favours to see them wrap themselves around Wyatt, she had a jealous streak and it tore through her each and every time. The less she spent at the club was more for her own benefit than anything else.<br/><br/>Again she simply smiled as he commented on how he looked, Kelly kept her lips pursed together. She wasn't going to comment even the slightest on how he dressed though snazzy was putting it mildly in her opinion. At last to the crux of the matter, with one small question she felt herself tense and any sign of concern she had managed to hide from her mother seemed to etch itself on to her face now though in truth it was never far from her eyes to begin with.<br/><br/><strong>"It's Michael ... we haven't heard from him in nearly two months now. He's all that's keeping Mom going ... I need to know that he's alright. Have you heard anything?" </strong>