Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 130761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 654(@200wpm)___ 523(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 654(@200wpm)___ 523(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
“For now, we protect her. Watch the situation and see how it plays out. But y’all needed to know what could be coming our way,” Styx signed.
“We ever gonna get the full story on what went down years back with him?” I asked, and Ky sat back in his seat.
“Eventually. But not fucking today.”
“We should know,” Hush said. “I wanna know what she went through.”
Ky’s suspicious eyes were back on Hush and Cowboy. Neither brother even flinched. “I said not the fuck now.”
“Any other news?” Styx signed, stopping Ky from castrating the Cajuns for their interest in his sister.
No one said shit, so I lifted my hand. “Going to my lodge this weekend for a cookout. Y’all are welcome. Bring tents and shit if you wanna stay over.” I heard their silence. I hadn’t mentioned the lodge since Dev died. I straightened my shoulders, ignoring it. “My nephew is coming. Zane. Wanna introduce him to y’all. He’s . . .” I cleared my throat. “He’s a good kid. Loves bikes. Looks like me. Fifteen.”
“Future fucking Hangman!” Vike said. I smiled, wondering what the fuck Claire would have to say about that.
“Then we’ll be there,” Ky said. “Grace is at yours almost as much she’s at ours anyhow.”
I laughed. Her and Sapphira were attached at the hip. “Saff ain’t met none of y’all either. Gonna try and get her to come out too. She’s kinda fucking shy. Hasn’t dared meet no one yet.”
“We’ll all be there.” Styx signed, and I saw all my brothers nod their heads. I fucking loved this club. Fucker was getting married in a couple of weeks, probably didn’t have the time, yet he was making it for me.
Didn’t matter when you needed the club, it was always there.
“One more thing,” I said as Styx went to slam the gavel down. “I’ve invited Rider too.” The silence was thick. “Fucker did wrong. I get it. But he saved my bitch and her daughter. Wouldn’t have either of them if he hadn’t stepped the fuck up. He took out Klansmen at the shootout and, fuck, Phebe likes him, and Bella.” I met Styx’s hard, hazel gaze. “I get he ain’t a brother, but I vote for him being allowed back onto the premises for cookouts and shit. He’s a good doc, saves us from having to go to the hospital and raise the suspicion of the cops, and he can fight. Don’t patch him in again as a brother, couldn’t give a fuck. But that’s where I’m at. Thought y’all should know.”
Styx rolled his lips together, pissed. “Second it,” Smiler said. No surprise to anyone.
“Ah, fuck. Me too,” Vike said, shrugging.
“And me,” Flame said. I hid my smile. The fucking Psycho Trio never failed to have my back.
“Us too,” Hush said, pointing at himself and Cowboy. Cowboy rolled his head toward me, lifted his Stetson and winked.
Styx slammed the gavel on the table. Church was done. No decision would be made anytime soon.
I didn’t care.
I’d said my piece.
*****
The lodge
A few days later . . .
“Will they all stare at me?” Sapphira asked Phebe. Phebe paused in brushing her daughter’s hair. They were in the second bedroom, with the walls now bright white and a new bed just for Saff. Vike and Flame had helped me get this place together. New paint, new staining. New everything.
We had to start again.
“They are eager to meet you.” Phebe wrapped her arms around Sapphira’s shoulders from behind. I saw Sapphira’s eyes duck at the gesture, a fucking small smile on her mouth. These two fucking killed me on a daily basis. “No one will judge you. And Lilah, Mae, Maddie, Bella and Grace will be there too. We are all of the same background. You like them, feel safe with them. And we will all be there with you.”
“Okay,” Sapphira said. Phebe stepped back and turned Sapphira to face her.
“You are so beautiful, sweetheart,” Phebe said with tears in her eyes. Sapphira was dressed in a long purple dress. Phebe was in her white off-the-shoulder dress that I fucking loved. Both bitches were stunning.
Both mine to protect.
“Thanks, Mama,” Sapphira said. I took that as my cue to go. But not before I saw the fucking blinding smile that came on Phebe’s lips.
She never got sick of that word: Mama.
I entered the living room of the cabin and stopped dead. Zane was looking at the pictures above the fireplace. I walked beside him. He didn’t move. Didn’t think he could speak even if he wanted to. “Had that fucking photo with him every time he went on tour,” I said and heard Zane’s slow release of breath. I fought back the tightness in my chest. “Would stare at it for hours. Missing you.” My gaze moved to the one beside it.
“I remember that day,” Zane said.