He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small ring box. My breath caught.
Before he could open it, Tripp scoffed from the bed. “If you really meant it, you’d have a property vest for her, not just a ring.”
Canyon gave my brother an irritated look, then called toward the door. “Prez.”
The door opened, and Kane stepped inside, handing him a folded piece of black leather.
“Like this?” Canyon held it up so I could see the back where “Property of Blitz” was stitched onto a patch.
I looked up at him, happy tears slipping down my cheeks as he helped me put it on. Then he cupped my face with both hands and kissed me deeply. I lost myself to the passion between us until my brother finally let out a heavy sigh.
“Fine. I can see it. You really do love her.” He looked at Canyon with reluctant acceptance. “Kinda guessed when she told me you let her call you Canyon, but I was too pissed to believe it. Don’t make me regret changing my mind.”
“I won’t,” Canyon promised.
Tripp shook his head. “It’s gonna be hard not to see you as much, baby sis.”
“I don’t understand.” I was completely confused as to why my being with Canyon meant he couldn’t see me.
“Motorcycle clubs are notoriously private, sunshine,” Canyon explained. “We don’t let many people around, much less inside our compound. But I promise, anytime you want to see your brother, I’ll make it happen.”
Warmth and love flooded my chest again.
Edge stepped back into the room with a smirk, leaning against the wall by the door. “Or maybe you can see him anytime you want.”
Kane moved to my brother’s bedside. “You’ve proven yourself.”
My brother’s eyes widened. “What?”
“You took a bullet for me, and I found out from one of my contacts that the evidence you turned in got the case closed. Most of it was factual, but from what I heard, you added some shit that made me look so damn squeaky clean, your boss had no choice but to drop it. Which could land you in prison if it ever got out.” The corner of Kane’s mouth lifted. “Mutual destruction and all that shit.”
“That kind of loyalty means something,” Edge agreed.
“You’ve still got to finish your prospecting, and it’s gonna be extended some, but if you want it, the door is open to patch in,” Kane offered.
“I’d be honored to become a King.” My brother narrowed his eyes at Canyon. “It’s just a bonus that it means I’ll be around to keep an eye on Blitz to make sure he treats my sister right.”
“Mind your own business.” I flashed Tripp a sassy little smile. “Or else you’re gonna see something you don’t want.”
Cage stepped into the room, clearing his throat. “Aubrey, can I speak with you privately for a minute?”
The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. Canyon’s body went rigid with tension, and his blue eyes locked on me with a fierce protectiveness that would’ve washed away any lingering doubts if I’d had them.
17
BLITZ
The tension in my gut nearly doubled the moment Cage asked to speak privately with Aubrey. Every muscle in my body tightened, instinctively bracing for bad news, because any doctor pulling the woman I loved aside meant something was wrong, no matter how calm he tried to appear.
My gaze narrowed, zeroing in on Cage with a dark intensity I knew bordered on threatening, but I didn’t give a shit. Aubrey had just survived one nightmare, and I wasn’t about to let another blindside her.
She must’ve felt the tension radiating from me because she reached out, her hand curling around my arm. “Whatever you have to say, Cage, you can do it in front of Canyon and Tripp. No more secrets.”
A rush of pride flooded my chest, and my nerves eased a little under her soft touch. Kane and Edge exchanged quiet looks before silently slipping from the room, clearly deciding this conversation was best left to us alone.
Cage lifted both hands quickly, sensing the violent tension coiled inside me. “Relax, everything’s fine. I just need to discuss something I noticed in Aubrey’s blood work.”
I went rigid again instantly, heart slamming hard and fast. His words did nothing to calm the panic rising steadily in my chest, and my fists tightened at my sides. If Cage had bad news, he’d better be prepared to fucking run. My gaze narrowed dangerously, promising swift, painful consequences if his version of fine didn’t match mine.
