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“Oh,” Rya walked past her and into the house, saying, “Thunda loves you very much.”
In the doorway, Moola staring at me, I suddenly understood Lu and certain things he wanted me to see. All the pain of our pasts, it was divine design. Without the experiences, we might not have been here to help these girls.
Moola, reading our grave expressions and seeing that we weren’t joining her yet, humbly backed into the house and closed the door.
Her not asking questions told me she was already very attached to Demi and would rather be by her side to do what she did best. Protect children, like she had with me.
Recalling the memory of her shooting out the tiny bathroom window at Mystic Myths so I could escape the fire, I asked, “Can I have someone on that door, please?”
It wasn’t a question. It was a demand. Just a polite one.
I would’ve loved to personally watch over that house, but I could now feel what Rya felt. My insides began to vibrate.
“I’d like it to be me,” said Stew to his prez.
“No,” Diesel quickly replied as he typed on his phone. “I’m bringing in someone because…” He looked at Stew. “You need to know certain aspects of the club you’ll be joining.”
“W-What?” stuttered Stew.
“When Thunder starts his own, you really gonna want to be here? A Ryder?”
And there it was. That smart bastard.
Brown eyes snapped to me, the tendons in his neck straining. “No. If the kid will have me, I’d like to help him.”
Diesel chuckled a low rumble. “Okay, try not to shit yourself.”
Stew should’ve been confused, but he wasn’t. “Like when my wife was pulled from a firetrap and lived?”
Diesel pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head. “Well, fuck me running. I’d like to hear that detail you left out.”
Observing me, Stew started breathing heavily. “I ain’t no bean spiller.”
Stew knew the dressing room Moola and I had been trapped in the night of the fire. He’d loved the room because no one could get in to get me—the boy one of his dancers was hiding from a dangerous MC. That’s why he knew that Moola surviving was more than a miracle. And the connection? Dio and his president, Grimms, had been there. Grimms is who went into the fire for Moola.
There was much to say to both Stew and Diesel, however, I was losing focus on them, my attention homing in elsewhere. Almost able to smell the man I despised, I faced the other part of the field. “I want to see him.”
As I started to walk, Diesel followed, still texting. “Having security lifted now.”
“Chubs and Roamer?”
“On their way.”
My eyesight had already begun to change. The surrounding fencing became so clear, I could spot ants and other insects from faraway. My sight scanned down and through the grass, searching for where I sensed a presence.
When I stopped at the impeccably hidden door, Diesel grumbled, “Jesus Christ, kid.”
Concentrating intently, I only had one question. “Am I clear to enter?”
“Thirty seconds.”
I felt Roamer, Chubs, and my brother approaching before I heard their boots on the ground, running toward us. I realized security had already been turned off, but apparently, Diesel wanted back up.
He told the young men, “Not every Ryder knows of the freaky part of this ‘circumstance.’ Let’s keep it that way.”
I didn’t know that Chubs and Roamer had noticed something was different about me until Chubs asked, “His eyes red again?”
“What?” squawked Artist.
