She nodded. “Right? But I lived it.”
“My story isn’t any less fantastical,” Rue said with a laugh. “I met OD when this one fell late in her second trimester and he called an ambulance for her.”
I quickly looked over at Camila.
“It was fine,” she said.
“Fine,” Rue snorted. “Just a busted wrist.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “No falls for you, Missy. We’re not doing that again.”
“Okay, I promise,” I laughed.
“Anyway. The second time I met him was when I called him out of desperation, because I had a mountain of a man unconscious at my feet and I needed a way to move him discreetly.”
My mouth dropped open. I listened in shock as she described trying to find Ryan, helping Teddy, and how the MC had saved all three of them. And Norman. We couldn’t forget him.
“So no, we really can’t be bothered about the lives they take. The things they do. Not without being complete hypocrites,” Camila said with a wry smile. Rue’s expression matched hers perfectly.
“I think maybe you’re questioning it,” Rue continued, “because you’re not in an insane situation. Your life is normal.”
“It won’t stay that way,” Camila warned. “Sometimes they have to put us on an unexpected lock down.”
“To keep us-” Rue started.
“And themselves,” Camila interrupted, then fell silent so Rue could finish.
“Safe.”
It was a lot to absorb. And again, I wasn’t freaking out about it. Which was a little unbelievable because we were talking about these guys killing people. But…it all made sense, too. Both Camila and Rue would be dead if it hadn’t been for Bolo and his brothers. So would Ryan and Teddy, most likely.
This was a complicated situation. It wasn’t just as black and white as killing wrong, not breaking the law good. The things these men did saved lives. Lives that the cops couldn’t save. Thegood people the MC helped far outweighed the lives they took—in my opinion—because those people chose to harm others first.
“I still need to think about this,” I admitted.
“Totally understandable,” Rue said. “Your whole life will change being a part of all this.”
Camila and I both nodded, in agreement for her and acceptance for myself.
“I’m already sort of a part of it,” I told them, placing a hand on my stomach.
“That’s the truth,” Rue said with a laugh.
“Thank you,” I told them. “For explaining all of this to me. For telling me your stories.”
“We’re here anytime you need to talk,” Camila offered.
“Yeah, or if you have more questions. Though we’ll let Bolo do as much of the explaining as possible.” She gave me a wry look. “It’s better coming from him anyway.”
We all stood up together. Somehow, hours had passed and I knew Bolo would be back anytime. I waved them away when they offered to help clean up. “I’ve got it. I’m hoping we can do this again soon. I mean after the baby comes.”
“Yes please!”
“Absolutely.”
They’d said it in unison and with as much enthusiasm as I felt. There was no doubt in my mind that we were going to become great friends. And even though I had five built-in best friends in my sisters, I was so glad that I could become a part of this family, too. At least, that was what I was hoping for.
They’d really managed to set my mind at ease. I wanted to have a talk with Bolo again. To wrap my head around this fully, I needed a few more questions answered. But I was feeling more comfortable with the idea of him and I becoming something more permanent than just co-parents to this baby.
CHAPTER 27
