Page 33 of Bound By Redemption
Therefore my mouth went for a run. “You think Micah is so in love with Emery that he’ll try to split Emery and Jacks up?”
Austyn burst out laughing, but I didn’t find anything funny with the conversation whatsoever. I felt as though I couldn’t breathe, as if there was a rope around my neck pulling tighter and tighter.
“Lord no, Ens. Don’t take what Carsyn said like that. It wasn’t the intent to make you think that Micah would do that. You’d be best to focus on the way he looks at you instead.”
“Huh?” He didn’t look at me like anything. “I’m his kid’s mom. That’s it.”
Austyn chuckled again. “You’re in for a wild ride.”
“What does that mean?”
Austyn came to stand in front of me, putting her hands on my shoulders. “Eyes open, Ensley. Instead of focusing on how others interact with him, focus on how he interacts with you. That’s the Ravage man way. Take it from us—it’s not about anyone else with these men. Their focus becomes laser sharp. You blink, and you may miss it.”
I bit my lip feeling ten times more insecure, which I didn’t like.
“Mommmeee,” Remy cried, coming through the door and jumping up in my arms. She had ice cream all over her face and hands. She put her hand in my hair, adding the ice cream to it. Gotta love having a kid. Yeah. I did.
“Looks like you had fun.”
Blaze came storming in. “Damn, she’s fast.”
I smiled. “Yeah, she is. Thanks for that.” I motioned to my hair, teasing her.
“Just save it for later.”
I burst out laughing.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Hopefully cleaning my little girl would get my mind off of Micah and the women in his life. Lord, watch over me and not make me want to hurt a club momma who can’t keep her hands to herself.
This was going to be a long couple of days.
11
Micah
“Fuck. We got nothin’.Princess just texted, and the grub is up. Let’s take a break and eat,” Cruz announced to the room. The morale was so far in the shitter, it may just die there at this rate.
Nothing. Been at this all day, and no matches on the person’s face. No information on the specifics of the bomb. No answered questions led to a bunch of pissed off men, but who could blame them. We were not the type of men to sit on our hands and be patient. We wanted action.
The tension in the space kept growing, and Ryker smashed his hand through one of the television screens in anger and frustration.
The men we were, we wanted to get to the bottom of this. To have some assholes outpower and outsmart us at every turn kept the room at a high simmer. Anything could set the men off.
Fuck, someone could drop something on the floor, and the fucking place would erupt.
We were all feeling the unease and helplessness in protecting our people.
It hadn’t been a productive few hours. I tried everything I could think of to get some kind of ID or info. Every turn I made, the information wasn’t there. Ryker wasn’t the only one pissed off.
All any of us wanted was to catch these fuckers and make them pay, and each second that ticked by only added to the tension.
There were only a few things I could think of to possibly help here, and I was running out of options. “Cruz,” I called out, and the man’s eyes came to mine as he lifted his chin in acknowledgment. “Two things. One, I think we should try to get to that car and pull off prints if we can.”
“It’s in the police impound lot,” he replied.
I shrugged. “Give me the okay, and I’ll get it done.”
“You that confident?” Cruz’s brow quirked in challenge.
