“I’m positive. It’s Frontier Days in Cheyenne. The club goes every year, and this one will be no different.”
The twins have thought of everything. I just need to do my part.
“Why would your family take this risk?”
“It’s what they do. They’re doing it for a little girl who deserves safety and stability. Same as you.” He hugs me close, holding onto me for a long time. “You deserve that too, you know?”
I laugh. “I’m afraid it’s too late for me.”
“It’s never too late,” he says, helping me into my car. “Call me after it’s done.”
“I will,” I promise. “But if something happens, make sure …”
He stops me. “You’re going to be okay. Positive thoughts only.”
Slowly, I take a deep breath. “I can do that.”
“Rage would never have let you leave under normal circumstances.”
I start my car, because I can’t think about him right now. “He doesn’t owe me anything.” I turn my attention back to Carson. “Will you be safe?”
He nods. “I’m headed back to Cheyenne now. I just wanted to talk to you in person. Can you do me a favor?”
“Sure.”
“Keep that phone on you.”
“I’ll try.”
Carson leans in and gives me one last hug. “I’ll see you soon,” he says before heading for his bike.
I glance around, sad that it has to end this way. But it does for Mila.
And maybe even a bit for myself.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Serenity
It takes everything in me to stand still as the asshole guarding the entrance pats me down. When his hand lingers a little too long between my legs, I stomp on his foot.
Of course it doesn’t faze him, at least not in a negative way.
“That’s it, baby. I like a little aggression,” he says, but at least my method distracts him long enough for his friend to open the door for me.
I step inside, hurrying in front of them, not wanting to risk more groping. When I walk into the room, I pause. My brother is nowhere to be seen. My gaze lands on the man I know as Savage. When I approach him, I take note of the name on his cut.Savage.
Maybe the Bastards are the ones who are playing me.
My focus shifts to the woman with the black eye beside him. Her hand unconsciously goes to the wig on her head.
“I’m surprised to see you here,” Savage says, drawing my attention back to him.
“I have the information you wanted.” I keep it simple. It takes longer to tell a lie than it does the truth.
He laughs, but his eyes pique with interest. “Tiff was there a year and didn’t come back with anything but a bald head. You expect me to believe Rage told you something valuable in just a few days?”
“No offense but …” I wave my hand over her. “She’s not really his type.”