Page 11 of Redeem Me

Yet, I like wearing my patch. I certainly enjoy the money I’ve made from being a part of the club. Aunt Fred also offered me a family. I’ve never doubted she loves me. When I felt weak, she consoled me like my mother never did.

If Aunt Fred is plotting to take down someone—whether it be the Kovak Syndicate or the Brennan family-controlled police force—I’ll be ready to ride.

Nearby, Indigo stands halfway down the driveway, sucking on a beer and nursing bad feelings. He keeps tugging at his short brown ponytail and rubbing at his scarred and stubbled jaw. As soon as he glances at Sync over his shoulder, I know he’s about to talk shit about Siobhan.

“The one who shall not be named is pissed because I scared off another loser sniffing around her.”

“Let her be, and she won’t bust your balls,” Sync replies from under the hood.

“Yeah, man,” Golden adds before hesitating when he considers how to edit himself around the twins. “Just because you don’t like to plow the fields, doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to have her field plowed. Let our little sister fly free.”

Indigo glares at Golden who just smiles. The men have a fundamental difference when it comes to fucking. Indigo’s got a romantic heart while Golden owns an insatiable dick. They’ll never agree when it comes to women.

“Why are you such an asshole?” I ask Golden, refusing to side with him since he gets overly cocky when I’m too supportive.

Shrugging, he mumbles, “I think my dad hugged me too much.”

I share his smile, even if I’d rather smack him.

“I thought it was our job to keep our sister from getting hurt again,” Indigo mutters, still riled up over how the world refuses to adjust to his whims. “Everywhere we go, men start hitting her up. It’s nasty as fuck.”

Sync doesn’t reply. He can’t exactly view Siobhan as our sister since he banged her. She’d been so crazy about him. I remember how she’d climb on the back of his motorcycle and wrap her arms tight around him. I didn’t think she’d ever let go. But women have their limits.

Just then, the hellion speeds down the street and hits her brakes. Aunt Fred’s youngest daughter loves to make noise.

Siobhan rolls down her window, so The Chicks fight against Night Ranger in a battle of the bands.

She inherited Elvis’s straight brown hair, which currently hangs loose and looks damp from a recent shower. Her blue eyes are just like Aunt Fred’s. Siobhan smiles at her daughters, revealing that little gap between her front middle teeth.

The exes watch each other, both expecting the other to turn down their music first. Indigo downs his beer and rolls his eyes when their music duel goes on for too long.

“I’m so damn mature,” Siobhan announces and turns off The Chicks. “Hey, boys.” Though Siobhan acts like she’s talking to us all, she only really looks at me. “How are you doing, buddy?”

“I’m fine. What do you want?”

Snorting at my annoyance, she waves off my question and snaps for the girls. “Time to go, my darling French fries. Mama’s plans changed.”

“I have them this week,” Sync grumbles and rests his hands on their heads, so the girls won’t run to their mother. “What are your new plans?”

“I need them to distract someone.”

Sync wears a pout on his bearded face and whines, “But we were planning to watch a movie and talk shit about you.”

Siobhan flips him off and waves for the girls to come to her shiny, black truck. “We’re going to do fun stuff with fun people. Let’s bail on these undercooked tater tots.”

The girls look at their father and then at their mother. They clearly want to join Siobhan’s fun wagon, but Sync strokes their ponytails to keep them from ditching his ass.

“What’s the big deal about today?” he asks.

“I’ve got a chance to hang out with quality people, but I need the little ones to distract from my low-class behavior. Now, hand them over. I’ll bring them back later if you’re that hard up for company.”

Sync looks down at the girls who glance up at him with their matching brown eyes.

“But we were going to eat macaroni and cheese casserole.”

Siobhan rolls her eyes. “You don’t use the good cheese, so it tastes boring.”

“Girls, explain to your mother how I’m a great cook.”

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