I couldn’t remember a time when the Ghost Rebels weren’t at war with someone. Now, we’d have all the time in the world to conduct business and I’d see Shona every goddamn day.
Now that was something to go to one last war for.
“Tonight, we drink, we strategise. Tomorrow, we take down the fucking Sons.”
Shona
The vodka was sitting in my stomach like poison right now. I needed food and I needed it quickly, before I ended up hugging the toilet bowl all night. I came through the back of the clubhouse and saw everyone drinking and partying. How long had we been down there?
Kayleigh was passed out on one of the cots the Nomads used in the lodge. There was no way I could move her on my own. I passed by some of the club members and smiled politely as I made my way to…shit did I go to mine or Savage’s?
“Whoa,” I heard a familiar voice say in front of me. I looked up to see my brother Keefe standingthere, smirking down at me. “Someone have a little too much potato juice?”
“Do not call it that!” I said, feeling the bile rise up in my throat. “Why are you here?”
“Darby’s safe,” he said, his tone turning more serious. “She’s being babysat by Rebel right now.”
“Poor Rebel,” I remarked. Keefe laughed, knowing just how precocious our little sister could be. “Where’s Savage?”
“He’s probably around here somewhere,” Keefe said, looking around. “Do you need help?”
“I just need food,” I said, feeling myself get a little dizzy. When was the last time I ate something substantial?
“Right…” Keefe replied. “Where’s the kitchen?”
“I got her,” I heard Savage’s amused tone from behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me up against his body. “Kitchen?”’
I nodded, and he all but carried me down the hall to the kitchen. Once inside, he set me down at the table in the middle of the room.
“What do you want to eat?” he asked.
“You’re going to cook?” I queried.
He turned around, amusement on his face. “You think I can’t cook?”
“Well…I’ve never seen you do it, so…no.”
His chuckle was warm and affectionate as he set out potatoes, milk, broth and butter.
“What on earth are you making, Gordon Ramsay?”
His laugh was loud as he put the water on the stovetop to boil before cutting up potatoes. “I remember my ma used to make this for me when I was nauseous. Potatoes help to aid in not allowing you to throw up.”
“How do you know that?”
“My ma…I don’t remember much, but I do remember this.”
“I like hearing about you as a child.”
His smile was genuine when he looked up at me. He pushed the chopped potatoes into the boiling water and came over to me, leaning against the table. “I’ll tell you more about it after we win this war.”
I straightened. “What war?”
“We’re taking the Destructive Sons out, Shona. That’s why Keefe is here.”
My immediate thought was it’s too scary, too dangerous. I didn’t want him to get hurt, but I really didn’t want my father to run a MC that could wipe out the Ghost Rebels.
“Good.”
