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Her chest is heaving by the time she’s finished, and she looks like she’s on the verge of tears.
“Not a fucking chance. You will always be ours,” Scope snarls.
“Jesus, I didn’t—” Wizz starts, but Mercy shakes her head.
“You did. I tried to talk to you all, but you just keep giving me the It’s the biker way speech. So, what happens when we have kids? Should I be giving them the birds and the bees talk at three or four in case they see something they shouldn’t?”
“No, of course not. We’ll get rid of the…” Kaz snaps his mouth shut when he realizes his error.
“You’d get rid of the bunnies for our future kids, just not for me, right?” She swipes at her face and stands up. Scope moves to stand, too, but she holds her hand out, palm flat against his chest. “No. I need some air.”
“I’ll go with you,” he states.
She shakes her head again, a little sob escaping. “No, just give me a minute.”
Scope looks like he’s about to lose his mind.
“I’ll go with you.”
Scope looks over at me, his jaw tight. “She needs a prospect on her. I don’t take chances with Mercy’s safety.”
I snort to myself. Yeah, but you clearly don’t care about her mental health.
“We’ll stay on the property, and I won’t let anything happen to her, Scope. Plus, I’m carrying.”
I pull my jacket wider so he can see my gun.
“You came in here armed?” Wizz curses.
“Nobody said I couldn’t. Besides, I rarely go anywhere without one. Hell, I take two with me to bed.”
Knight laughs. “You’re insane, woman. I think I’m going to marry you. Let them go. Jinx’s got this, and Mercy looks like she’s in need of a little girl time.” He turns to Scope.
Mercy bites her lip and nods.
“Fine, but don’t leave,” Scope orders.
“I won’t. We’ll just sit out back,” Mercy agrees.
I use the table to help myself up, hoping it looks natural, and make my way around to Mercy, linking my arm through hers. I’m not the most affectionate person. But Nico and Rex have no boundaries, so I usually just go with the flow. Right now, though, I figure Mercy could use a little affection.
She leads me toward the back of the building and down a long corridor before we hit a door. She shoves it open, and we head outside into the warm afternoon sun. She walks us over to a picnic table and lets go of my arm so she can climb up and sit on top of it. I opt for the bench—it’s easier.
“Thank you for that in there. I’ve been trying to tell them how I feel while trying to keep the peace, and it just hasn’t been working.”
“Sometimes you just have to stand up and yell.”
“I used to. I was always the girl who would shout if something pissed her off. But somewhere along the way, I lost my voice and let it happen.” She rests her elbows on her knees and rests her head in her hands.
“I’m going to take a guess and say you were happy, and then the fairy tale ended, and real life began. It happens. But something tells me this is about more than just the girls, though.”
“I dropped out of college,” she blurts out, making me frown.
“Okay. There’s no shame in that.”
“No, it’s not that I didn’t like it. Something happened, I…” She blows out a breath before launching into a story that has my eyes ready to pop out of my head. I can tell she’s leaving out some parts and being careful with others, but it doesn’t detract from the horror of it all.
“And now I just feel lost.”
