Mila nods, burying herself against Serenity’s chest. Can’t say that I blame her. There’s a softness about her that’s warm and inviting. I’d be lying if I hadn’t dreamed of resting my head on her breasts myself.
There was a part of me that worried my admission last night might change the way she looks at me, but she’s the same Serenity as she was yesterday.
By the time I get back in from the garage, Mila and Serenity are sitting side by side eating happily.
“We’ve got one more for breakfast,” I tell Serenity. “Wizz just pulled in the driveway.”
“There’s plenty. I didn’t know if the twins ate here regularly.”
“Depends on if they get their toes tangled up with a patch bunny.”
“They mentioned these bunnies when we first met. Do you mean they get caught up in their bedding?”
I laugh. “That was a good one,” I say before yelling at Wizz to come in.
When I turn back to her, her brows are pulled together.
“Oh, you were being serious.”
“What are we being serious about in here?” Wizz says, going right to the stove to make himself a plate.
“Serenity doesn’t know what a patch bunny is.”
“Are you making fun of me?” she accuses.
“No.”
“I bet there are things I know that you don’t.”
“I’m sure there are.”
“So stop.”
Wizz sits down by Mila. “These two are silly, aren’t they? Everyone knows what a bunny is.”
“I like bunnies,” Mila tells him. “They have big ears.”
“You have little ones, but …” He leans forward and pretends to pull something from behind her ear. “They are big enough to hide a quarter.”
Her eyes widen and she takes the quarter from him, inspecting it. She tries to hand it back and points to Serenity.
He doesn’t take it, but he does reach around her and does the same thing to Serenity.
My baby sister squeals in delight and points to me next. The way my heart rejoices at her happiness has me feeling an immense amount of hope.
“It doesn’t work on grumpy gusses,” Wizzard tells her.
Serenity barks out a little chuckle, covering her mouth. Mila looks at her and then giggles too.
“You’re lucky they laughed,” I tell my friend.
Mila studies the camera I gave her as she eats. You can see the wheels turning in her dark eyes. She’s so curious. I can’t imagine how hard it’s been for her being isolated in her crib.
After the girls do the dishes and head outside on their adventure, I sit down with Wizz. He slides a folder across the table to me. “That’s everyone who’s been in and out of their clubhouse in the last sixty days, including members.” He looks out the glass doors, watching the girls.
I look at Savage, feeling my rage simmer just beneath the surface. My gaze goes down the page, and I find Serenity’s name. It fits with her story. I keep going and then notice something curious a week earlier.
My head snaps up. “They got a visit from the cartel?”