“I’m the good kind of evil.” She shrugs. “Just like you.”
Well… she has me there, I guess.
“Whatever.” I laugh. “But Brody isn’t a patched member of the club yet.”
“He’s good looking and rides a motorbike. That’s all I need.”
I throw my head back laughing and chase Tahli, slapping her arse as she dashes for the door, and I hear her giggles all the way down the hall and on the landing as she rushes back downstairs.
I think I’ve somehow, without knowing it, created a monster.
Movement outside the barn snags my attention again, and I see Riggs step out, cleaning blood off his knuckles.
I guess he’s been working Daniel over.
Shit.
My heart sinks again.
Not because I feel bad for Daniel. There’s not a single part of me that does, but I do feel bad, and I realise it’s every time I remember that Daniel said Bobbi is still alive.
My chest burns, and I clutch it as hot tears start to pool in my eyes.
Bobbi is alive, so why aren’t I happy? Why do I feel more scared than ever?
Sucking in a few deep breaths, I force my tears away and give my face a little slap to help shake off this feeling.
Rolling my shoulders back, I head towards the door, forcing the thoughts away so I can focus on what needs to be done.
I have a doctor to visit and answers to get.
Downstairs, Alana’s voice is high pitched with excitement as she comes back inside with an empty tray, and Tahli stands at the windows watching the men.
Jesus, I think I preferred when her obsession was with Care Bears.
“Great. Thugs in leather.” Millie scoffs as she comes in from the back part of the house.
“I like the leather. I didn’t know there were so many of them though,” Tahli admits, and Alana giggles.
“Unfortunately,” Millie mutters, and Doreen tuts at her daughter.
“Don’t be so judgemental, Millie. Those men have had hard lives, and while they may not live the type of life that society considers as normal, they have done more good than bad as part of the club. Don’t forget what they did for you.”
My brows lift as I move further into the room, seeing Millie stiffen.
What did they do for her?
I want to ask but keep my mouth shut since it’s none of my business.
“Hey Abs?” Tahli asks, glancing over her shoulder at me like she already knew I was there, which informs Ringo’s sisters and mum of my presence. “Are they here to help you get Bobbi back?”
“They are.”
Ringo’s deep voice comes from behind me, answering my sister, and I swear just the sound of it has the tension leaving my body.
I turn to look at my husband, over six feet tall, muscles packed on top of muscles that strain underneath his black tee. His hair is tied back, but I already know that unless he’s getting on his motorcycle in the next five minutes, he’ll tug the band out and let his hair down.
I don’t know why he doesn’t just cut it. It annoys him to wear it down, but also annoys him to wear it tied back. It’s not like it’s a requirement to be part of the Southern Sadists. All the men have different hairstyles.
