“Because we need to atone and you’re you and you’re the kindof person with the kind of heart who’ll need to allow us to do it.”
Damn it!
I was.
I was that person.
That person Dad taught me to be.
That person Mom taught me to be.
Not to mention I hated it they were feeling this so deeply.They didn’t beat the crap out of me and they couldn’t provide 24/7 protection,I knew that from the beginning.I mean, I was living with Beck, for goodnesssakes.
I also hated being snarky.
So I clamped my mouth shut.
Mom giggled just a little.
I turned a glare toward her and saw instantly she wantedChaos to take care of me really,reallybadly.
Damn it!
Lanie took a step forward, digging in the slick clutch she’dhad tucked under her arm, a slick clutch that went with her slick outfit oftailored trousers, fabulous feminine blouse, and magnificent heels that did notsay “Biker Old Lady” but instead said, “Givenchy Thinks This Chick Is TheShit.”
She pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me.
It was thick, almost like cardstock, and had a cool logo ofan advertising agency on the top with the nameElaine Kincaid, CEOunder it with something written below.
I’d missed that news.
She wasn’t just Hop’s old lady, they’d gotten hitched.
“That’s the address for your new place.It’s close toColombo’s and close to your mom.Actually, a lot closer than your old place,”she said.
I stared down at the address and saw she told no lies.Itwas probably a ten-minute ride from Mom’s place and the same from Colombo’s.
Last, it was the same from Ride, the auto supply store andcustom car and bike garage that Chaos owned where their Compound was alsolocated.
In other words, it was smack in what certain citizens ofDenver knew with zero doubts was Chaos territory, owned, controlled, andpatrolled by the brothers.
I’d lived in Aurora, a suburb southeast of Denver, withBeck.
In terms of club turf, that address was like I was moving toa different country.
Well, at least I could shave off forty minutes from my workcommute.
“My number is also on that, as is Tyra’s,” Lanie shared.“Ifyou like, we’d love to show you and Renae,” she gestured with a hand to Mom,“your new space.”She gave me a grin.“It’s really cute.”
“And who do I pay rent to?”I asked pointedly.
Tack rejoined the conversation by growling, “That’scovered.”
“Kane,” Tyra said under her breath.
Okay, this I couldn’t give in on.I paid my own way.
“Absolutely unacceptable,” I said on top of mine.
