“And a road name,” I agreed. “Warden will get you a cut and the patches. It’s your responsibility to get them sewn on.”
Sullivan leaped from her chair and threw her arms around our newest brother. “I’ll sew them on for you. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thanks, Sully,” Pardon said with a smile.
The relationship between them looked like any sibling relationship on the surface, but I’d still keep an eye on him and make sure he didn’t step out of line with my kid sister.
Trust was earned. Pardon had earned my respect for acting fast and protecting Sullivan. But that didn’t mean I trusted him. Not yet.
“Let’s get back out there,” I said, moving around the table.
One by one the men congratulated Pardon and welcomed Sullivan to the family. When Blade stepped up, he said “Dillinger, huh? Any relation?”
Pardon’s ear turned red at the tips and he nodded.
“No shit?” Psycho asked.
“He was my great-great-great-grandfather’s brother. At least that’s what I’ve been told my whole life. Records that far back aren’t always accurate.”
“That’s fucking cool man.”
“You didn’t ask him this shit when he was here?” Blade asked.
“Fuck, no. I barely remember his name being Stephen,” Psycho admitted.
I shook my head, because the kid was right. The prospects tended to be invisible unless we needed something. It was one more thing that needed to change.
“Sullivan, I want to introduce you to my old lady.”
“Okay,” she hesitated. I held my hand out, letting her go first, and when we entered the main room, my eyes immediately sought her out. Just like every fucking time she was near me.
“Morgan, baby, come here please.”
Morgan stood up and came over.
“This is my little sister, Sullivan.”
“You can call me Sully. Only my parents call me Sullivan.”
“Hi, Sully, I’m Morgan.”
Morgan looked up at me, her eyes filled with what looked like heartache. “You never told me you had a little sister.”
“I didn’t know, baby, until recently. I didn’t want to say anything until I found her.”
“You still could have told me.”
I should have bit my tongue, but instead I stuck my fucking foot in my mouth. “And you could have told me about your father,” I snapped.
Her back straightened and she nodded. “You’re right.” She looked at Sully and said, “It’s nice to meet you.” Then she turned away and walked down the hall.
“Son of a bitch,” I hissed.
“Isn’t an old lady like a wife?” Sully asked.
“Yeah.”
“So you just snapped at your wife?”
