Which reminds me.“Any news on when Crow’s lawyer is due back?”
Highway shrugs. “Jinx said something about her returning once he’s transferred to the prison. They moved him yesterday, so any day now I s’pose.”
Our treasurer displayed the ultimate show of loyalty to the club, and our president, when he took the fall for the Devil’s Breed member Chaos killed. Rumor has it he might get away with a light sentence, but there’s no doubt the six-foot-five terror will spend a few Christmases on the wrong side of the bars.
It feels weird going through all this without him.
“We should put it to a vote who’ll stand in for him,” I muse, sighing out my nose when Loki sets his hand on Jenna’s shoulder.
“Chaos has it on the agenda.” Highway stays quiet a while, head turning back and forth while he pieces it all together. “Heard she sacked you pretty good when you let them out.”
“Caught me off guard, is all.”
He observes my reaction to Jenna’s smile—aimed at Loki, of course—and then lifts an eyebrow. “You almost look as though you’ve got a grudge going on there, brother.”
“You could call it that.”
Everyone deals with hardship in their life differently, but there’s something about her that rubs me the wrong way. It took a restless night of fuck all sleep to figure it out.
She hasn’t said thank you. Hasn’t shown gratitude for being pulled from that hellhole like her sisterhood. Nope. Nothing. And it’s not as though I expected her to kneel, hands in prayer position, while she declared her undying duty to repay us. I’m not that fucking narcissistic.
It’d just be nice if she showed some thanks. Some acknowledgment of what we risked—stillrisk—by bringing them back here.
My phone vibrates in my back pocket, and I tear it out to see Reno’s name on the screen. “Seriously?”
Highway glances at the device and then grimaces. “Leave you to it, brother.”
I slide to answer the call as I part ways with him, catching sight of Jenna settling on the floor beside Mila. “Twice in as many days, baby,” I taunt. “Miss me that much?”
ELEVEN
JENNA
“Twice in as many days,baby. Miss me that much?” Fang strides past where I sit, denim scratching with each step.
I knew it. Picked it the minute I saw his goddamn mirrored ceiling. Asshole probably has half a dozen baby mamas on the go.
“I swear this feels worse than being stuck at the airport after a delayed flight,” Nandi groans, reclining on the sofa again. “I’m well past ready to go home.”
“Yeah?” Darla says, cross-legged on the floor before her. “Well, I’m not.”
Mila frowns. “Whydon’tyou want to go home?”
Darla’s warm gaze lifts to the woman. “It’s not worth talking about.”
I set my hand on her knee without a word. I get it. It’s okay to love the people you’re related to without wanting to be near them. Hell—for all I know she doesn’t love them. But where she goes is her choice.
I think it’s brave to leave it all behind and start over after something so traumatic. If I had enough confidence in myself earlier, I would have done the same.
“What about you?” Nandi asks, peering at me through one open eye. “Where do you belong?”
I love the way she worded the question. Not will I go home, but where do Ibelong.
I shrug. “Not sure yet. I might hang around here for a little while—if they’ll let me—until I work it out.”
“You don’t have family that misses you?” Mila asks.
I shake my head. I have family that knows I’ve gone, but I’m pretty damn sure I’m not missed.
