“Don’t look at me like that,” she snapped.
“Am I going to have ban you from my shop, Indigo Cambridge?” Audrey asked with a smile as she walked over.
“Everyone made it out alive and unharmed,” Indie replied, returning her own smile. The last time Indie had come to the coffee shop with Kytten, someone had tried to kidnap her. She had knocked him out and Audrey was there in an instant with zip ties, to contain him until the club could come and get him.
It made me wonder what Audrey’s story was. I knew she’d lived in Diamond Creek her whole life, but the way she was so calm when trouble arose made me wonder what secrets she was hiding.
Everyone had secrets. Some scarier than others. Jude certainly had secrets. Mimic had called him a dead man, and given the scars I’d seen peeking out from the neck of his shirt and the cuff of his sleeve, I wondered if he was someone King believed was dead.
The big question was, why would a man King believed to be dead come back now? Mimic called him Chasm, which meant he was probably in a club. But which one? And where was his cut?
“We should get back,” Indie said, pulling me out of my head.
Colleen had gone quiet, and I looked over expecting to see fear, or concern. What I saw was resignation. Like somehow, the scene that just played out was something she’d been waiting for.
“Are you okay, Colleen?”
She smiled at me. “Mob princess. This kind of shit isn’t new to me.” She sighed and stood up. After asking Audrey for a to-go cup, she dumped her coffee into the disposable cup and walked out the door without a word.
Chapter Nine
King
I watched Grace and Colleen disappear out the back door, and Maureen asked, “What the fuck did you do now?”
Ravage chuckled, and I eyed him. “She reminds me of my aunt Roxy.”
I looked back at Maureen; she was watching Ravage as though she saw something I didn’t. I needed to tell her who he was. Maybe she would have some advice for how to tell Ravage the truth about who his mother was.
Who I was.
“Well?”
“We had a disagreement,” I told her, not wanting to discuss Grace with her right now. I didn’t want to get slapped again. Maureen didn’t pull punches when I fucked up. She may have just come into my life, but she acted like she’d always been there.
“Maureen is my aunt,” I told Ravage as he lifted the glass of tea to his lips. I waited for him to take a drink before I added, “And my sister.”
Maureen rolled her eyes at me as Ravage choked on his drink. “Don’t be an ass,” she scolded, grabbing a few napkins and handing them to Ravage.
“Are you from Alabama?” he asked.
“Arkansas.” I chuckled. “My biological parents are from Massachusetts. Maureen was married to my mother’s brother. He passed away, and now she’s married to my brother. Who’s also my uncle.”
“What the fuck?”
“You aren’t the only one with a fucked-up family, Ravage. We’ve all got our skeletons. But that’s a story for another time.” I looked over at Maureen. “Can I talk with you?”
“Of course. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, just need to share something with you.”
“I’ll get out of your hair. Thanks for the sandwich, ma’am.” Maureen glared at Ravage, and he smiled sheepishly. “Maureen.”
“How long are you staying, Jackson?”
“Not sure yet.”
“You get hungry, you come see me.”
