“You didn’t need me, Shona. You had Zach.”
I flinched at the name of my dead husband. I still held so much guilt over him that it was hard to hear his given name and not just his road name.
“She needs me, Keefe. I need to get inside.”
“Hell no,” he said quickly. “Eat your food and go wherever you’re staying. I’ll have Darby call you.”
“Keefe.”
“No, Shona, I mean it. You are not to go near Dad or our brothers, okay? It’s not like it was when you were here. He’s…worse.”
Suddenly, the way my brother looked at me with fear made sense as to why he appeared like death warmed up. My father was an asshole, always had been, but I’d never known Keefe to be that scared of him. How could he have possibly gotten worse?
“How much worse?”
“You don’t need to know,” he said, finishing his burger and wiping his hands on a napkin. “I’ll have Darby call you tonight. Then you need to go home, back to wherever the fuck you Nomads are at.”
I frowned, but of course he wouldn’t know we went back to Kilkenny. I hadn’t spoken to him inover ten years. He left me there and I pushed my meal away, suddenly not hungry anymore. I’d come because Darby sounded like she needed me, and now I felt like the world’s worst jackass. Why didn’t I just tell Savage I was coming here to see her?
I wiped my face and hands with my napkin and pushed out of the booth, heading to my car. I guess that went as well as could be expected.
Once I got in my car, I headed down the road to the cheap motel that didn’t ask questions. I didn’t want my name to be registered, just in case he had a hit on my name anywhere in Belfast. My father’s reach was broad, and I knew it could be lethal. I’d escaped from him once, but I didn’t know if he’d let that happen again.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it. Skimming through my apps, I had the urge to look at the photo I snapped of Savage. When I clicked on photos from prior to his return, I realised he had deleted it.
That motherfucker.
I shouldn’t be so mad. Looking at him would only make me cry, and I couldn’t thinkabout that right now. I needed to get to my sister and get away from my father.
Then I could work out what our future looked like. I couldn’t condemn her to a life that I escaped from. I just couldn’t.
Fuck Keefe.
I couldn’t sit around and do nothing. I wasn’t the weak bitch I was back when he had known me. I was stronger now.
I had to go and appeal to my father. Maybe even pretend I wanted to visit him and make peace, and sneak her out later. I had to do something.
I swerved, moving past the motel and headed toward the one place I swore I’d never return to.
Savage
Viper and I were welcomed through the gates of the Destructive Sons MC easily. He was expecting us, which had me on edge already. Viper didn’t like this any more than I did but we had to do something in the interim or we’d run out of money, and the town would turn on us yet again.
Getting off our bikes, we moved together through the compound and toward the front door of the clubhouse. Eyes were on us everywhere but no one made a move to greet us. Someone caught my eye from the corner of the room, but I couldn’t place where I’d seen him before. Definitely not as part of this club, that was for sure. I didn’t have time to figure it out before we were led silently toward the chapel.
“Ah!” Alasdair said, as he caught sight of us coming into the room. He’d been mid conversation. I looked over just as Viper tensed slightly. My breath caught when I looked at the one person I didn’t think I would see here.
Shona.
Her eyes widened before she looked back at Alasdair. His eyes looked from her to us and back again, before his smile widened.
Shit. I didn’t like it when our enemies had the upper hand.
What the fuck was she doing here?
“Didn’t think a man of your repute would allow a woman in here, Alasdair,” Viper said. I was still lostfor words. Why the fuck would she be associated with this MC of all MC’s? They were known to treat their women like shit.
“Do you know each other?” Alasdair asked me. “You seemed surprised to see my daughter in here.”
