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“What about your brother?”
“Oh, you know Riff. Never tells anyone what’s going on in his head. He seems content here, though. It’s good to be around family.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, nodding.
Most of us didn’t have family growing up, didn’t really understand what that was until we formed a club and created our own makeshift family.
The thing was, Riff and Raff were never really around for long enough to really feel like they belonged as well. Or, for that matter, for us to feel like they belonged.
It was good that they were around.
And, honestly, since I didn’t need them on the road, it was best to keep them around for a while longer.
“You’re gonna need to learn to live with my mood. I want you guys around for a while still.”
“I’ll have to rearrange my cal… which Murphy is that now?” he said when there was a knock on the front door.
“Nah. They don’t even bother to knock anymore,” I said, putting down my mug and making my way to the door.
I never expected to find Nyx standing there.
And I sure as fuck never expected to find her beat the fuck up.
Rage flooded my system, making my blood rush through my veins, my pulse pounding, and my hands curling into fists.
All I could think about was getting my hands on the fucker who dared to put their hands on her.
Instead of giving me a name, a face to slam my fists into, though, she said something that had some of the anger falling back behind something else, something softer.
“I, ah, I’m ready to trust you. I need your help.”
I had convinced myself that she was never going to do what I said and come to me.
She was so fucking stubborn.
But, it seemed, things had escalated to the point where she had no choice.
“You have it,” I said, reaching outward, moving slowly, then grabbing her arm and gently pulling her closer. “Come in here,” I demanded.
She was shaking.
And it was almost as if agreeing to help her had made her lose even more control.
By the time I got her into the living room, her whole body was trembling hard.
“Alright. It’s gonna be fine,” I told her, never having felt as incompetent as I did right then.
I wasn’t a man who knew how to comfort. I didn’t do soft and sweet. Hell, I never wanted to. That said, Nyx was making me wish I knew what to do, or the right words to say.
All I could do was reach for her, pull her close.
If there was one thing I knew about Nyx and me, it was that things were good when our bodies were close.
So I got hers as close as I could.
My arms wrapped her up and she didn’t pull away, didn’t fight me.
Instead, she melted into me, her battered face pressed into my chest, her hands balled up in my shirt at my hips.
