“We tell her she’s gotta move, she’s gotta move. Ain’t her fuckin’ choice.”
Rage grunted. “Good luck with that shit.”
Zeke agreed it wouldn’t be easy but it needed to be done. “Between Chaos and Nash, they might be able to convince her without it becomin’ a damn fight.”
“Chill might be able to talk some sense into her, too,” Rage suggested.
While his younger brother had a hard-on over the pawn shop’s co-manager, that didn’t mean she’d listen to him. “She’s pretty damn stubborn.”
Rage shot him ano shitlook. “What woman ain’t?”
No shitwas right. He was about to deal with one himself.
And he wasn’t talking about Vi or Bri.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Hadthe man standing in her kitchen lost his damn mind?
Zeke’s excuse to stop over was to say goodnight to his son. Once he did that and Ledger had fallen asleep, he’d hung around for some reason.
Originally, Kyra thought he’d done it in hopes they’d hook up again, but it hadn’t taken her long to learn the real reason. Or at least the main reason.
“I have a year-long lease, Zeke. It’ll cost me a small fortune to break it.” And just because he was Ledger’s father didn’t mean he could dictate everything else in her life.
Was her apartment perfect? No, but it did the job and was affordable. It was also close to both her parents’ place and her brother’s.
“Got it covered.”
He got it covered? “Why are you insisting that I move onto the farm?”
“Safer for you.”
Something smelled off. “Why are you worriedabout my safety? Is something going on that you’re not telling me about?”
“Ledger’s the son of a MC president.”
That was a fact she obviously knew, considering she’d given birth to him. “So?”
“Never know when another MC’s gonna cause shit.”
Her eyes went wide and her heart did a somersault. “Are you saying Ledger is in danger?”Holy shit.
He scraped a hand down his beard. One of his tells when he was trying to avoid a subject. “Ain’t sayin’ that. Just tryin’ to make sure my family’s safe. Just like when my old man built the DAMC compound. He was lookin’ out for his family. You’d also be close to Vi.”
She could easily visit Vi whenever she wanted. They lived in a mid-sized town surrounded by suburbia, not a sprawling metropolis. “While that’s nice, I’m not sure I can afford one of the cabins.” Especially once they’d been renovated after Vi and her sisters inherited the farm.
If she remembered correctly, the cabins were so much nicer than her humble apartment. The Dougherty women had them upgraded to justify an increase in rent.
“You can afford one.”
That statement made her eyebrows rise sky high. “You don’t know how much I earn.”
“Don’t need to know. Got it covered.”
Those same eyebrows took a deep dive. “Who’sgot it covered?”
“For fuck’s sake, Ky. Got it fuckin’ covered. My kid. My w?—”
