And there they were.Two fabulously handsome brothers ofChaos—Tack Allen and Hop Kincaid.They were older, sure, but they were stillcrazy-hot.
They were also, right then, the instant their eyes touchedon me, crazy-freaky-scary.
It was not unknown in the Denver biker world that Chaos tookthe mistreatment of women seriously, as in, they seriously one hundred percentdid not like it (one of the reasons why I used to hang at their Compound a lot,where I’d met Shy).
Now I was getting a dose of that in my mom’s living room.
As the keeper of a vagina, I had to admit, it was cool.
That didn’t make it less crazy-freaky-scary.
To avoid the crazy-freaky-scary, I looked to the women withthem.
Tack had had Tyra when I was with Shy.She was gorgeous,curvy, and had deep-red, beautiful hair.
The tall, slim, beautiful brunette with Hop was familiar,but for Hop, as far as I knew, she was new.
“Hey,” I greeted.
“How youdoin’, darlin’?”Tackasked.
“Healing.Good.Thanks for checking but it wasn’t necessary.Every day it gets better and soon I’ll be back to new,” I answered.
Or new with scars, so a new kind of new.
“That’s good,” he muttered, staring intently at me.
“So, well…” I hesitated because I didn’t want to say what Isaid next but I’d grown up around clubs, I knew the drill, and respect neededto be shown.“Do you all want something to drink or something?”
“We’re here to share that we’ve got your place sorted out,”Tyra spoke up.
“I…” That threw me.“Sorry?”
“Throttle’s still in the hospital,” Hop’s deep voice soundedand I looked to him.“He’s being released today into police custody.”
I’d heard about my ex-man, this coming from the police whowere keeping me informed about my situation.Thus I knew, before the cops gotto him, someone had carved into his face with a blade.
My guess, Hound.I’d heard rumors when he went to work hedidn’t mess around.
I had mixed feelings about this.
As a human being, I did not condone slicing someone’s facewith a knife.
As the woman who’d been strangled and beaten by herboyfriend only to be turned over to all his friends to have a go, it didn’tbother me all that much.
“Doesn’t matter,” Hop went on.“We figure you wouldn’t wantto go back there so the boys went and got your shit, moved it into a new pad.It’s Chaos.We’ve had it secured.The women have sorted your things.So you’regood to move in whenever you’re healed up.”
As he finished, Tack walked to me, lifting his hand.
Dumbly, I lifted mine too and he dropped a key ring in itwith a number of keys on it.
I stared at the keys in my palm as my mom asked, “How is itsecured?”
“Security system,” Tack answered.“Doors, windows, garage.Direct dispatch callout if breached.When you go in, the garage door openersare on the kitchen counter.”
I looked to him then I turned to my mother.
The relief was practically glowing a golden aura around herbody.
