The idea of it being a christening gift to my eldest daughter feltright.
A daughter with Kitty’s eyes and a smile that would stop my heart.
The start of my own legacy…
“I’ll take it. Will up the asking price by a hundred grand—on one condition.”
He arched a brow. “What’s that?”
“You’ve heard of Red?”
“Who hasn’t? Fucking horrible drug.” His stare became pointed, which told me he knew I’d created it.
“Yeah. I’m going to rectify my mistakes.”
“How?” Storm scolded. “Isn’t that like trying to close the stable door after the horse has bolted?”
“Does that mean we shouldn’t fix past errors? Everyone deserves to find their path to redemption, Storm.”
Storm fixed a look at Kitty. For a second, he froze. It was like she’d slapped him.
Then, gruffly, he acknowledged, “You’re right. What do you want, Stan?”
“It may never come to pass,” I admitted. “But I’m going to be working on an antidote.”
“You want help distributing it?”
“I do.”
Storm nodded. “I can get behind that, and I know the Sinners’ other chapters will too.”
FORTY-ONE
KITTY
The amount of money Stan had spent on a kid’s necklace blew my mind.
I didn’t say anything. It wasn’t my place to argue fiscal logic when the man’s house gave hotel resorts a complex about their size. But the look he gave me as he sent over the payment had the power to make my core quiver.
That’s for our daughter, he’d said wordlessly.Our little girl will wear this one day.
And as mind-boggling as it was that a small child would be giventhisas a gift, it stole my breath and had me trembling with longing.
I’d bypassed fear and worry a while back.
Now, I craved the future he promised me.
I wanted it as much as I wanted him.
“We’re having a family BBQ,” Storm stated as Stan turned his cell around to show proof of the transfer. “You’re welcome to stay.”
I tugged on Stan’s hand at the extended olive branch. Not that they were at war, the opposite in fact, but to impart such an offer was a kindness I knew we couldn’t refuse.
Even if Stan had planned to fly into Poughkeepsie later.
“That would be lovely, Storm. Thank you so much,” I answered for us both when Stan looked set to argue.
He shot me a kind smile. That kindness was a complete contrast to what I figured it took to be the Prez of an MC. Belle, Cade’s wife, had come from that world, and when she came to sleepover parties on the occasions that Cade worked crazy hours and we all wanted to hang out, she often shared stories of her past…
