Page 49 of Marked By Myth

“Which biker is yours?” I asked her.

“Oh god, none of them,” she said on a laugh. “No man will ever hold me down, babe. I just work here.”

“How’d you find the Royal Bastards?” I asked her as she handed me a drink from the fridge behind her. I cracked the can open and took a sip.

“The age old my brother was a Bastard,” she said with a chuckle. “You knew him, actually.”

I looked at her, really looked at her, and I saw it. I saw what I should have seen when I first saw her.

Cam’s eyes.

“Oh god, Cam.”

She nodded, sadly. “Yeah, babe. He spoke so highly of you, I feel like I already know you.”

“I’m so sorry.”

She shrugged her shoulders, but I could see the inner pain on her face. “He knew the risks. They all do.”

“I didn’t know you…how is that even possible? He never told me he had a sister.”

“I’m his half-sister, we only found out about each other about seven years ago. That’s when I came here. They gave me a place to stay, a job when no one else would and the best damn lifestyle I could ask for. This is my home.”

I knew that feeling. Fuck didn’t I know that feeling.

“Do you need to stay behind the bar?”

She shook her head. “No, the prospects can tend bar for me. Why? You need me for something?”

“In fact, I need someone to keep me company while I get some things.”

Missy smiled. “You got it. Let me grab Fang to accompany us.”

“Why?”

“Babe, you really think Myth is going to let his ol’ lady walk around with no one to watch us?” Missy asked, and I knew immediately he would shoot whoever let us leave without a guard.

“Fine,” I grumbled. “Meet me out the front in five.”

Missy headed into the clubhouse main room and I stepped outside. It was a bright and sunny day, which didn’t help my needing to be outside nature. London was so dreary all the time. I’d missed the nice summery days like today where I could go around with no jumper on.

A van pulled into the compound and I saw Myth coming over to intercept it. He looked a little smug as it pulled up and the men jumped out to open the back up.

“I didn’t think you accepted your supplies here,” I said. He wheeled around to face me, a look of childish guilt on his face. “What is it? You look like you’re up to no good.”

The roller door opened on the back of the truck and packing boxes that looked a little worse for wear were starting to be pulled out.

When I saw my name on the side of the box, I knew what I was looking at.

“When did you do this?” I asked him. I’d only just decided I wasn’t going to go back a few days ago. How the hell could this be here already? “Fuck, Adrian. How did you know what was mine?”

“Don’t worry about that.”

His head turned to see Missy coming up behind me.

“I see you made a friend.”

“Damn right she did,” Missy said, hooking her arm into mine. “We’re off to do girly shit.”