Page 38 of Bound By Redemption
“I was out about a month earlier than Tugger here, and I was over the short cut.” Dryerson picked up his fork and started eating. Was he dismissing us? I thought he was. Looking over to Katie, I gave her a short shake of the head, telling her to let it go. Something was there, but it wasn’t our place to know.
Neither of us could pretend to know the first thing about being in the Marines or any service branch. No one in our family was allowed to enlist because they were set to work to earn money for the family. Considering how many of us there were, we worked a lot.
“Hey there. Come see me.” Katie held out her arms to Remy, but Remy didn’t move. Instead, she burrowed herself into Micah’s chest. I couldn’t help but remember what it felt like to be in his arms. “Damn,” was the only word from Katie’s lips as she started to eat her food. I hoped she didn’t feel that Micah was trying to replace her. No one could do what Aunt Katie had done for our little girl. If she wanted to talk about it, she’d come to me.
“What’s on the agenda for tonight?” Katie asked.
“You’re going to help us clean up this mess and do the dishes. After that, I have no idea,” I answered, shoveling the stew in my mouth. It was damn good.
“I’ve got some shit to do for a while, but I’ll be back,” Micah said then shoved the rest of his stew in his mouth and started chewing.
“Where are you going?” I asked, tilting my head. “Wait. You have leather on. Are you in the club now?”
How I hadn’t noticed it earlier, I had no clue. But he had on a black leather vest like all the other brothers wore. His didn’t have any patches on it, though. Just plain black.
When Ryker and Austyn brought me here, they gave me a Bikers 101 crash course, but it was more in etiquette than the patches they wore on their cuts. Or so I’d heard them called.
“Prospecting,” Micah replied, eyes penetrating me down to my soul. “I have club shit to do, but I won’t be gone long.”
“You need help?” Dryerson asked.
Micah shook his head. “Nah, man. Goin’ with Jacks and Nox. It’s club shit.”
“Guess you three ladies get to entertain me tonight,” Dryerson declared just as Spice sauntered up to our table. When I say sauntered, I mean shaking her hips side to side, one-heeled sandal in front of the other. Did she have some kind of dick radar or something? My anger boiled. This was one too many times with Spice.
It was then her entire wardrobe hit me hard. Not only were her tits falling out of her barely there shirt, it was cut showing a good amount of skin at the cleavage and midriff. The skirt though... There was no way she could bend down in it and not give everyone around her a show. It was so short, the jean pockets were hanging down—far.
This wasn’t going to be good. Down to my bones I could feel it. I already had a deep dislike for this woman, and this wasn’t helping.
“Well, hey there, handsome. This your little girl?” Spice asked, sitting very close to Micah and Remy on the bench.
My teeth grinded. No. Just fucking no. She needed to keep her greedy little eyes off Micah and Remy.
“What do ya need?” Micah asked, knowing we hadn’t told Remy yet, ignoring her question.
“Some lovin’,” Dryerson said, smiling. I couldn’t tell if he was serious or joking. His face was a blank mask of the smile.
Spice looked Dryerson up and down. “No leather. Sorry. I don’t get any lovin’ from anyone not wearing leather.”
This comment had me thinking. Earlier she said in the kitchen that she wanted to get with Micah, but he didn’t have leather then. It only confirmed that she was full of shit.
Spice lifted her hand and ran a finger over Remy’s forearm, and I lost my shit. Full out tiger or momma bear or who the fuck ever took over my body, and I became someone I didn’t know I could be. I didn’t know what came over me, I just felt this need to protect and followed that feeling.
Jumping up from my spot, I marched my ass to the other side of the picnic table and grabbed Spice’s hand, pulling it away from my little girl.
“What the fuck?” Spice cried as she pushed herself up, eyes full of fury.
“There is no what the fuck. You do not touch my child. End of discussion.”
“I wasn’t hurtin’ her,” she countered, crossing her arms over her chest and pushing her boobs practically out of her top. One millimeter and we were all seeing nipples. No thank you.
“I don’t give a shit if you were giving her a million dollars. I don’t know you. Therefore, you do not touch my child.”
“You don’t have to be such a bitch. I just wanted to talk to Micah.” I’d figured as much, and it was right there on the tip of my tongue. So close to the surface it wanted to be let loose and out there into the world.He’s mine. Keep your fucking hands and eyes off of him.But I held it in, barely.
He wasn’t mine to claim, and it certainly wasn’t my place to tell him who he could or couldn’t be with. If he wanted this, whatever she was, there was nothing I could do about it. It killed thinking that fact, but it didn’t change it, and I needed to get it through my thick skull.
I felt heat at my back, and as I inhaled, I knew it was Micah, but I kept my focus on Spice.
