“You’re intuitive as hell, you know that?” I shook my head. “Demo’s story isn’t mine to tell, but you’re spot on. How did you even see that?”
She took a deep breath. “A lot of times those who work the hardest to make other people laugh seem to be hiding the most.”
I studied her. “You sound like you have experience with that.”
“I do. Someone I care deeply for does the same thing.”
My brow kicked up and I focused on flipping the eggs before I scorched them. Nothing worse than a scorched egg. They tasted like shit when that happened. I’d still eat them, but it wouldn’t be nearly as enjoyable. “Anyone I need to eliminate?”
She laughed. The sound was light and musical. It ended abruptly when she realized I wasn’t kidding. “One of my brothers. And no…I wouldn’t allow you to do anything to him.”
“Naw, family doesn’t go on my list.”
“Good to know.” She watched as I made up the rest of my breakfast then brought two plates back to the table. “It’s good that he has all of you to go to if he needs, or when.”
I nodded, scooping some eggs onto a piece of toast. “Cypher keeps a close eye on all of us, believe it or not.”
“So all of Warrant’s shenanigans?”
“Oh, he knows about them. But you have to let men blow off steam and he wasn’t off killing people, or getting into worse trouble, so Cypher doesn’t stop him. I suspect he tends to aim us to his own needs at times.”
“I bet Owen wishes he would. Stop them I mean.”
I chuckled. “Denison used to have weekly meetings with Cypher before he gave up and mostly let Warrant, and the rest of us, do whatever the fuck we wanted.”
She scoffed. “I’m surprised he tried to put a stop to it at all. He was as lazy as they came.”
“It was to try to save his sanity.” I was systematically eating, scooping eggs and potatoes up with the bread and my fork.
“What’s Torque’s deal?”
I paused and considered that. “You know what? He might be the only one of us who’s normal. Mostly. Other than the fact that he’s a murder machine.”
Her eyes widened. “A…what?”
“Kid’s fucking deadly,” I explained.
She smiled as though she thought I was joking. It disappeared when I just stared at her, deadpanned. “Oh…”
“You can ask them all for yourself one day.”
She let out a startled laugh. “You want me to ask your dangerous, often grumpy, biker brothers what their particular hang ups are? To their faces?”
I grinned. “It’ll be fun. In fact, I’m going to bring it up one of the trips we’re at the clubhouse.”
“Don’t you dare!”
Chuckling, I pointed my fork at her. “Oh, I’m absolutely doing it. They deserve that shit. It’ll be hilarious. It’s rare I get to put them on the fucking hot seat and I’m looking forward to it. They’ll love the chance to roast each other in front of an audience. No way they let each other turn it down.”
She shook her head. “You’re something, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told.”
“I meant that in a good way.”
“That may be new.”
She laughed and picked up her plate, taking it into the kitchen.
