Page 60 of Bound By Redemption
The pieces of the puzzle started falling together, so I answered. “Because Ryker and Austyn helped Ensley, Katie, and Remy get away from them. They are considered the enemy. The group wanted them to pay.”
“Time we go kick some fuckin’ ass,” Ryker said. “But we have to find out where they moved. After my last visit with my mother, she picked up and moved. Haven’t seen or heard from anyone except Ensley since.”
“Fucking hell.” That wasn’t a good sign.
Cruz barked out orders, and I was on the team with Buzz to find the location.
I’d find them. And I’d end them.
21
Ensley
The sun wasbeautiful shining down and giving us some serious heat for the day. While I hadn’t seen Micah, I was thoroughly enjoying watching everyone around the courtyard.
Remy was over with Blaze playing on the swing set. Her Grandma was pushing her very softly on the swing, the kind with built-in back support. Remy was only two, after all.
Blaze was treating Remy like breakable glass. It warmed me to have my daughter get this from Blaze.
The swing would come forward, and Blaze would pretend to reach out and tickle her. Remy laughed so loudly, and it was a beautiful sound.
Blaze made funny faces at Remy, and my little girl would try to make them back.
It was time for Remy to know that this was her family. While she just found out about her ‘daddy’, she needed to know her grandparents as well. I was looking forward to telling her, which would be very soon.
Micah and I hadn’t talked about how we’d tell Remy, and I wanted to hear his opinions before launching in. We were a team now, and while different, it was a beautiful thing.
Music was playing outside, not loud, but it could still be heard. With all the people gathered around it was uplifting. Fun. I didn’t worry about anyone getting to Remy, my sister, or myself. We were protected. Safe. That was all I wanted for my family. Safety and happiness.
And that was the best feeling ever. It took a lot for me to feel fully safe and with these men and women, I did.
“Alright. Let’s go get lunch sorted.” Austyn called out, getting our attention. Cooking. I’d never been an ace at it, but I’d been learning so much from these women. Not saying that whenever I tried on my own I wouldn’t burn it. I was more used to the boxed mac n’ cheese. These ladies made it from scratch, and it was damn good. It had three different kinds of cheese. Cheddar, parmesan, and Velveeta. Cheese made everything better. One day I’d make it on my own just to give it a shot.
Some of the women moved from their spots with their men, while others didn’t. I didn’t understand that dynamic, but I didn’t ask. It didn’t affect me so why would I meddle in someone else’s business. Learning the intricacies of club life was on the to-do list, but it didn’t need to happen this very moment.
I hopped off the picnic table and brushed my butt, unknowing if there was dirt on it. This action was more of a habit than anything.
A loud whistle came from the other end of the courtyard, and I turned swiftly to it. Cruz stood there, arm up in the air, and waving for someone to come. Did he want me? I was a bit confused until he called out, “Brothers.”
While I wanted to breathe out a sigh of relief, I couldn’t. It had been hours since I’d seen Micah, and it wasn’t as if I expected him to check in or anything, but it would have been nice to know that he was okay.
With all the brothers now meeting, I had this worry in the pit of my gut just hoping that whatever called them together had nothing to do with me, Remy, or my sister.
Turning back around to make my way into the clubhouse, my phone rang, and I pulled it out of the back pocket of my jeans seeing ‘Sis Calling’ on the screen.
I answered with a, “You need to come to the clubhouse and help with the food,” in greeting.
“Cyrus.” My real name came out, scared and broken. My back went instantly straight at her tone, and I made my way to where we were staying, thinking that would be where I would find Katie and see what was happening. She didn’t call me Cyrus, so something had to be wrong.
“What’s wrong?” I barked a bit harsh into the phone.
I ran, threw open the door to the large building, and made it to the flight of stairs, but when she spoke again I stilled in my tracks.
Her voice trembled. “I need…” Katie’s voice was ripped away, and I cried out her name several times.
Then I heard it. A tone that was very vague in my memory banks, but one thing was for certain—he was from our past. A past I wanted dead and buried. One I’d thought we wouldn’t ever have in our lives again.
And no it wasn’t my father, but someone from our home.
