Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“The kind of info that tells me why he is the way he is.”
“You already told us why he was so gung-ho,” Michael put in.
Wolf grunted something under his breath.
“Yeah, but what you didn’t know was that the kid that died in that school shooting wasn’t really his kid. It was this kid he did a big brother thing for. It’s the kind of program where you try to mentor underprivileged children. Try to keep them on the right path.”
I nodded my head.
“Yeah, and?”
“And, I heard from another motorcycle club that Parker was in a gang in his youth, and slit someone’s neck as a gang initiation.”
My mouth fell open.
“No shit?”
“No shit,” Wolf confirmed.
“What are y’all talking about?”
I looped my arm around Hannah’s shoulders and brought her to my chest, dropping a kiss to her forehead.
My wife.
Damn, but it still felt odd calling her that after all this time.
“Wolf was telling me that the agent that was investigating the case with Allegra at the school is looking for work, and might come down here.”
Hannah’s eyes widened.
“He’s not with the FBI anymore?”
I shook my head. “Apparently not.”
TJ chose that moment to come streaking by, his bare ass startling white, as Alex and Reggie chased behind him.
“I wonder where he got the naked gene from?” Michael teased.
Hannah flipped him off. “I was not naked like that.”
Michael walked away while bursting out laughing.
Wolf followed moments later when his wife called his name from across the campground where every single campsite had been rented by my parents for the entire weekend.
“How’s it going, sweetheart?”
She threw her hands around my chest and buried her face in between my pecs.
Her hand played along the dotting of scars.
“I wanted to tell you that I got a call.”
“Okay,” I said. “What did this call say?”
“It was Tate. He was calling to tell you that one of the trucks broke down…and that Dante came into the office today.”
My eyes went up at that.
“No shit?”
She shook her head. “No shit.” She paused. “He stayed for about twenty minutes, and left with a bag of something.”
Worry rolled through me.
“Damn.”
She nodded in sympathy. “Might be time to call him again.”
I knew that.
It’d been almost two and a half years now since he’d lost his family, and not a day went by that I didn’t think about him.
Wonder how the hell he was doing, or where he was.
I sighed and tightened my arms around her, then dropped my mouth to her head.
“We’ll worry about what he came to get when we get home,” I said. “In the meantime, we’re going to act like there’s nothing else wrong.”
She snorted.
“Like the fact that your brother is in town, and that I also got told by Wolf that he checked into how Allegra was doing at her new prison, and they said she’d been in solitary confinement for a month?”
I shrugged.
A year ago, almost exactly, Allegra had been sentenced to fifteen years in jail. Nine months ago, she was moved to a women’s penitentiary in Huntsville, Texas. From there, I’d only heard bad things, and all of them pertained to Allegra’s awful mouth, and how she was lucky she wasn’t shivved on a daily basis.
It wasn’t often that I heard anything about her, but knowing that she wasn’t having an easy go of it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I didn’t want her to die, per se, but I also wouldn’t complain if someone ate all the good food off her plate every day, either.
Ultimately, everything had worked out.
Hannah had kept her nursing license, as well as her concealed carry license. My kids were healthy and safe. Allegra was not only permanently out of the picture, but she was suffering.
But I always felt like I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Like something more was going to happen.
And honestly, maybe something would.
But I needed to realize that I couldn’t control everything. That something may happen, but with the woman currently in my arms by my side, I could overcome just about fucking anything.
“Why the serious face, Trav?”
I looked to her face, and smiled. “I’m thinking about what I would do without you.”
She frowned.
“Don’t you know?”
“Don’t I know what?” I asked.
“That you’ll never have to know.”
I smiled down at her.
“Is that right?”
She nodded once. “Damn right.”
I hugged her to me and buried my face into her neck.
While the sound of our family and friends surrounded us, I thanked my lucky stars that I had this newfound happiness.
How’d I get so fucking lucky?