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It feels like her and I are one in the same sometimes, but the truth is we’re just two women who went through some horrible shit, with the scars to show for it.
I force a smile, “Thanks,”
While I might not take her up on it, I am very flattered she’s offering.
Silence passes between us for a few minutes until Rosa finally speaks up again, “Have you heard?”
I turn and look at her. “Heard what?”
She swallows and cocks a brow. “Zane and Axel are talking. He might be transferring him here for one of the officer positions.”
Wow, that would be interesting.
It’s not surprising, though.
Axel’s been in the club for a long time from what I’ve heard, so it would make sense Zane would transfer him out here given how much experience he has.
I grab the pre-made lime margarita beside me and take a sip. “Do you want to stay here?”
Rosa licks her lips as she thinks about her answer. “In a way, yeah, because I’d love the opportunity to get to know my brother more. But, at the same time, I feel bad for Marisole.”
Narrowing my brows, I know I must be missing something. “Marisole? Who’s that?”
Rosa fills me in quickly, “She’s one of our other sisters.”
My eyes widen in response, “What? How many of you are there?”
Rosa cackles, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “To my knowledge, Razor’s the oldest, then there’s me, Marisole, and Pippa. There were rumors about our father having another child, a son, but I’m not certain how true that is.”
I take another sip of my drink and lean back against the wall. “I guess your dad really had a thing with the ladies going.”
Rosa sucks in a sharp breath, her tone completely changing. “No, not so much. I don’t know Razor’s story, but my dad . . . he had a thing for women, sure, but he wasn’t respected by them. He literally paid my mother not to abort me, buying my survival in the process. He paid her my entire life to keep me alive, and then he died when I was seventeen.”
My heart hurts for her.
My mother wasn’t a great person either, but damn, what she had to go through is tough. “My mom wasn’t ever really motherly to me either, so I get that.”
It sucks that Rosa and I are bonding over our shitty mothers, but at least we’re getting along.
“I’m sorry your dad died, though,” I add, filling the sudden silence in the garage.
Rosa laughs loudly, “Don’t be. He wasn’t an angel either. He killed, raped, and mutilated women with ease. He did it so naturally too, almost like it was as easy as breathing.”
So, both of her parents weren’t the best.
That’s something I can’t relate to.
Ever since my father has been in my life, he’s shown me what a great dad he could be.
As we sit here together, I can’t help but think about Razor.
My feelings for him are tangled up, and God, I’m confused.
I’m falling for the man, or maybe I’m in love with him.
Most days I don’t think there’s a difference.
What I do know is that I constantly want to be around him.
