Page 38 of Bound By Consequences
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Ryker
Son of a motherfucking bitch.My baby cousin was Micah’s kid. Fucking Micah.
The asshole was coming damn close to getting a bullet between his eyes. He may have come clean, but fuck me—if he weren’t Tug’s kid, he wouldn’t be breathing.
So not only did we have to deal with the bullshit he’d told us, but we had to deal with this too.
The club knew all about Remy and how she came into our world. I’d never forget it.
Fists pounding on the door,I called out, “It’s Ryker.”
It took a few beats, and I hoped it was Cyrus checking the damn peephole before opening the door. There was always a way to get through the barrier if someone wanted to bad enough.
Seconds later, the locks clicked, knob turned, and the door slowly opened.
Small. That was the first thing that flickered through my head. She couldn’t be more than five-three if that. Her big green eyes showed her fear. Actually, it was radiating off of her.
“How ya doin’?” I felt myself going soft, talking to her like a child instead of in my usual hard tone. Something in me thought she needed a little bit of tenderness. It was a new thing for me.
“Ryker. Thank you.” Tears welled in her eyes.
Not thinking better of it, I pulled her into my arms and wrapped her up tight as she burst into tears. The scratchy material of her dress reminded me of my mother. It was always the same look for their clothes. All large and baggy, covering them from neck to ankle. Even when it was hot as all hell, they wore those things like armor.
I hated them. Hated the whole damn religion.
Jeremiah, Cyrus’ father, was very high up on the food chain, having a shit ton of wives and who knew how many fucking kids. Way too many was for sure.
Didn’t care for him, didn’t care for many of them. But the one who called me out of the blue in the middle of the night to cry in my arms, her I gave a shit about.
An older girl, Sibyl, stood with her back against the wall next to the bathroom. She looked scared to fucking death.
“It’s alright. I’ll get ya out of here.”
“Would you let me in?” Austyn called from behind me, making Cyrus tense in my arms.
“This is my wife, Austyn. She’s cool. Promise.”
Cyrus pulled out of my arms and looked at Austyn.
“Hey, hun. Let’s get you cleaned up,” Austyn said, guiding Cyrus over to the small bathroom and cleaning up her face.
Lord.
“Hey, Sybil. Promise everything is going to be okay.”
“He’ll come for us,” she whispered softly. “He won’t just let us leave. He said so. We have his name and that is all he cares about. He’ll find us.”
“Fuck no he won’t,” I growled low, causing her to jump. “Sorry. We’ll get you out of here and get you set up.”
And we did.New identities, different colored hair, and better lives. All of it. The club stood behind me during this change, helping in every way possible. Furniture for their apartment. Clothes for their backs. Food for their bellies. Prenatal care for Remy and Ensley. Don’t even get me fucking started on the baby shower. That kid didn’t need diapers for a year. The ol’ ladies did it up big for them.
The three of them had been through so much in their lives. They really didn’t need any more. But this was now thrown down at their feet like a scorpion ready to strike.
No matter what, Micah wasn’t hurting Ensley or Remy. He’d be dead before he could blink, and I’d fucking enjoy it.
“Come to order,” Cruz called from the front of the table, getting all of our attention.
