It was late in the morning, early enough for breakfast, as Diesel stood in front of the stove. He was scrambling eggs in a frying pan as Becca buttered toast beside him. Plates of flapjacks, sausage links, and bacon rested on the counter. They looked like they’d spent years cooking together, laughing and smiling while they finished the food.
Void sat on a stool, typing on his keyboard, but facing them, occasionally lifting his head to watch their domestic interaction. A smile would twitch his lips before he went back to work, digging for information on who attacked us and why. He hardly took a break, refusing to leave us vulnerable.
The whole atmosphere felt real. Like . . . home.
My hand lifted to my heart and rested there. “This is it.”
Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at me.
“Right here. This is us. All four of us. Family.Our family.”
No one denied it. Good. Because I needed the three of them. It was the only way I was whole.
Diesel dipped his chin. “The day we became whole.”
He took the word right out of my mouth.
Void shut his laptop. “You’re already my brothers. Now we’re bonded through Becca. A family,” he agreed.
“Then I guess it’s settled.” Becca carried the plate of toast to the counter as Diesel set down the eggs. “But I want to know everything, boys. And right after breakfast, you’re gonna tell me.
“Done,” Diesel declared.
It was time.
We ate, cleaned up, and then gathered in the living area as Becca sipped a cup of hot tea. The safe house had all the windows covered in light-colored drapes, but it was closed off from the world. Void had gone into detail about the security measures he’d taken to ensure no one could break in when we first arrived. If they managed it, he had traps, a panic room, and a fucking secret passage that led to an escape tunnel.
He’d thought of everything, every possible scenario, and his cameras were always recording.
Just as we all sat down on the gray couches that faced one another, Hades called Diesel.
Diesel looked to Becca. “I can ignore it if you prefer.”
He was giving her the option, the control. That was a hell of a thing because he was the SGT at Arms. An officer in the club. Refusing his president’s call was fucking sacrilege.
“Answer it.”
Diesel swiped across the screen and placed it on speaker. “Hades.”
“Is Becca with you right now?”
“Yes.”
He slowly exhaled like he’d taken a big breath before dialing. “Can she hear me?”
“Yeah, Pres.”
“Becca.” Hades sounded choked up. Never heard him so emotional. “Sweet girl, I’m so fucking sorry.”
To hear the Feral Rebels MC President apologize was fucking crazy, but given the circumstances, it showed how much she meant to him.
Becca sighed. “You lied to me, Hades. When I told you I knew something was up, you acted like I was imagining it.”
“I know. Fuck, baby girl, I had to protect you. Not even Diesel or Void knows the depth of this shit. I can’t let it touch you. Don’t you understand?”
“Tell me why.” She sounded on the verge of tears. “Don’t coddle me. I’m Bulldog’s daughter. It’s my blood in that club too. I have a right to know what’s going on.”
She had a point.
