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softly. Personally, the idea of childbirth is quite repulsive to me, so I'm glad you're the
one taking the plunge. I bump her arm playfully with my shoulder as we cross the street.
We walk in silence for another moment or two before I gather up the courage to tell her.
I know you know my parents were at the hospital, but did you know yours were as
well? Christy's face blanches, and she shakes her head. I look away from her, towards the
colorful awnings and the overabundance of brightly colored flowers that pepper the
sidewalk up ahead.
Did you see them? Are they okay? she asks, voice much quieter than it was a moment
ago.
I didn't see them personally, but my dad said they were there. Unless, of course, he
was lying, but I don't think so. They wanted to take you home.
Well, I'm not going back, Christy declares firmly, and I'm surprised by the vehemence
in her voice. Even though it's scary here sometimes, she gives me a look, it's better to
be with people who love you for who you are. Amy, the only reason I survived in Wilkes is
because you were there as well. That's the truth.
My mom took my phone number, even though my dad said she couldn't. Christy and I
both go silent for a moment. We know how that might turn out if my father ever
discovers she did that. Maybe one day we can grow a mature relationship with them. I
don't know that they're quite ready for that, but they will be eventually. I'm sure of it.
If they can get over that video, Christy says, and I smack her arm, pausing outside of
an ice cream parlor that looks like it's been here since the fifties. In a good way though. I
know I'm still trying to get over it.
Oh, shush, you brat.
But a pool table? Amy, my goodness. Those romance novels must have truly addled
your brain. She grins at me as I shove her with my hip and then drag her inside the store.
Today is good, positive, normal. I wish everyday could be this wonderful, but sometimes,
fate has other ideas.
Chapter 26
Austin
Now that Amy's back, it feels like all my ducks are in a row. It's time to stop waiting and
take action. First step is finding Margot Tempe and putting a Goddamn bullet through her
head. I did the right thing before, letting her walk away from us, but now that I've paid my
respects to Seventy-seven Brothers, it's time to eliminate the threat. I hate to do it, but I
won't risk Amy or Kimmi or anyone else in the club. Not anymore.
I take a tight turn on my bike, enjoying the feeling of the wind pelting my body, the sun
warming the leather on my back. Now that we have the clubhouse, I'm going to have to
make time to go riding. It won't just be a simple part of my day anymore. That scared me
before, but I feel better now. Maybe I won't take it for granted so damn much? If it's a
treat more than an obligation, won't I appreciate it more? Anyway, Kimmi and I have no
plans to stop robbing banks, so I know I'll get some mileage in during our runs at least.
Even though I'm enjoying the roar of the engine and the flicker of the sun on chrome,
that doesn't mean this is a pleasure ride. No, unfortunately my Triple M'ers and me are on
a mission. If I let the disrespect that Bested by Crows and Broken Dallas has shown me
go, then I'm nothing. I'm weak in this world, and that's a death sentence. I let this stand
and even if they get tired of me and disappear, I'll have other problems. I have to prove to
everyone that I can be a leader.
Can you turn off that crap and put some real music on? Beck asks, breaking through
the intercom system and cutting off Hell Yeah by Rev Theory. I ignore him and keep
riding. He might be our new Sergeant at arms, but I'm the Pres. I make the important
decisions. I grin beneath my visor, taking the next turn nice and sharp, listening to the
growl of the pavement as it disappears beneath my ride.
Mireya Sawyer, bless her black, little heart, gave us some very valuable information: the
location of Bested by Crows clubhouse. It's been in the same damn place for over two
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