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Dad stood. “We got three kids who live out here, it was bound to happen, kitten. I’ll walk you down the hall.”

Tundra gathered up my wrapper and empty latte cup. He went to the garbage can, tossed it in the trash, then closed the door behind my parents.

I scooted over in the bed and patted a spot next to me. “Come talk to me, before someone else comes by.”

He put an arm around my shoulders and perched half his body on the bed. “Not much to say, Mick. Church was fucked up and intense, but I got to keep my patch. You’re still employed at On a Lark—”

“Was that really in question?” I asked.

Tundra turned his hands up. “A lot was said at church. It’s done. Then we saw you get taken—”

“You saw it?”

His face lurched forward to concede the point. “Volt saw it. Showed a still photo of Duane to Ricochet. After that I’ve pretty much blocked shit out.”

“You let Dad punch you, though? Really?”

He stared at me, conviction shining from his brown eyes. “There’s nothing I won’t do for you.”

“I love that you feel that way, but I hate that Dad hit you.”

“Don’t tell him I said this, but Gamble’s blows were nothing compared to Block punching me in my gut. Your dad’s punches were only bad because I had to wait for the wind-up on the first one.”

I widened my eyes. “Uncle Block hit you, too?”

His eyes softened. “It’s fine, baby.”

“I got words for him.”

“Mickayla, he cares about you. They all do.”

The word ‘they’ made me quirk a brow at him. “You haven’t said anything about my brothers, or at least nothing about Nickel. Did he blow his top, too?”

Tundra blew out a lengthy exhale. “He wasn’t pleased. Especially didn’t like that we’d lied.”

I stared at him. “You’re not telling me something.”

“I told you he wasn’t pleased.”

“You also told me family is everything, which makes me think you’re keeping something from me in order to protect what I have with Ryan and Killian.” I thought about it for a moment. “Was there a vote on firing me or something? Did my brother suggest pushing me out of the bar?”

He twisted his head and kissed my cheek. “Let’s talk about this at home.”

I shook my head. “No way, kemosabe. You tell me what happened at church.”

His brown eyes locked with mine and I could see how conflicted he was. “Promise you won’t get angry.”

I turned my head for a beat and faced him. “You know I can’t do that.”

He twisted more to his side and pulled me closer. “You can’t lose your shit, woman.”

“I’m ready to lose it right now.”

“I know.”

I took a deep breath. “All right. I’ll do my best to keep my cool.”

“Lark is the reason the Biloxi brothers rolled in the day before yesterday.”