Page 53 of Bound By Redemption
Micah’s brow raised. “It’s already taken care of. You don’t need to go back for any reason now.”
“I don’t know how I feel about that, Micah,” I told him honestly. I’d worked hard for everything we had. When you start from nothing and make yourself into something, it was hard to let that pride get bruised.
While he was being wonderful, to just relinquish control wasn’t something I was used to. Once I got it back from my parents, I’d held onto it for dear life. One never knew what it was to have control over your life, until it was gone.
“You’re a strong woman, Ensley. You’ve worked your ass off for Remy and yourself. I wasn’t there. Know you can do it. Know how dedicated you are to our little girl. Proud of you for that. This is my way of helping. Please let me do this.”
Tears pricked my eyes again. Micah was something I’d never planned on. He was something I’d never dreamed would be in my future. The only man in my life who had shown me he cared was Ryker. He was the first and only until Micah stepped into my life.
Now, he seemed to be embedded in every part of it, but it didn’t feel as though he was trying to take over. It felt as though he wanted to help us.
That he was here for us for whatever the world threw at us. To stand by my side, not to consume; which meant more to me than I could ever express to him.
He was strong and assured. It felt comforting to have a man who wanted to be there and fight the fight with me.
He was too much, more than a woman could hope or dream. Yes, I was in love with this man. “Thank you.” I moved to him and wrapped my empty arm around him as he wrapped both of us girls in his strength. There weren’t words to tell him how much this meant to me. “Did you find Remy’s baby book?”
“Dad said he found it in the living room. Had some pages torn out of it… I’d like to see it.”
I burrowed my head in Micah’s chest, finding myself doing it more often these days. Remy squealed, her hands on her daddy. “Of course. It’s really the only thing that I care about.”
“Really?” he asked me as I pulled away and looked up at him, brushing my face as I did. It felt like there were tear tracks down my face, but there was nothing to wipe away.
“Yeah. Everything else is stuff and can be replaced. The baby book, sure I could redo it, but there are things in there that can’t be replaced like her baby bracelet from the hospital. In the grand scheme of life it’s little, but to have it would mean a lot.” It was something I started when Remy was just a little one in my belly. I’d marked everything down as I grew and with each doctor visit. To me it was hers more than mine, and I wanted to give it to her one day.
“We’ll get it out and you can look through it,” Micah commented.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Katie cried out, her arms waving out to her sides like a mad woman, her face pinched. It appeared she was ready to let all her emotions fly, and it wouldn’t be good. I loved my sister, but she could be over the top. If there was any time for it, this would be it. Hands on her hips she almost yelled, “Everything we worked for, Ens.”
“And we’ll get it back. We’ll see what we have in the truck and go from there. Everything is replaceable, Katie. We are not.”
This seemed to deflate Katie as she crossed her arms over her middle as if she were going to throw up. “Shit.”
This might be an intense moment, but I didn’t miss Dryerson wrapping his arm around Katie and pulling her closer to him. Nor did I miss the fact that she didn’t move and, in fact, melted into him.
“Well, we’re officially homeless, my f-a-t-h-e-r is trying to get at us, you were almost blown’ up, and two houses from people I care about exploded. Whatever ride this is we’re on, I’m ready to get off,” I announced, setting Remy down, then leaning to kiss her.
“Mes payyyy!” she ordered, not getting all the drama around her. This was a good thing.
The innocence and naivety of childhood. She was untouched and untainted by the chaos. I called over to Riley and asked her if she could watch Remy. There was a ton of shit to be done, and while I wanted her near, I knew she’d be safe with Riley. Hell, she’d be safe anywhere on this compound with the Ravage MC. They’d been so kind to all three of us, but in the here and now, I felt as though I could really trust them to have my back.
As fucked up a situation as it was, it was a good feeling to have.
“We’ll get it all out of the truck,” I said to the boys who started to chuckle.
“We got this. Go up to the room, and when we put the boxes and bags in, you can go through them if you want. If you don’t, just direct the guys on where to put shit. Alright?” Micah kissed the top of my head and was gone.
It only took an hour to get everything into our room, and it didn’t look like much was saved.
How did my father find us? We were so careful with our fake IDs. I tried so hard to make us invisible and build a good life for my baby girl. The stability and safety I wrapped us in was falling down around us so fast there wasn’t time to pick up the pieces.
Alarm bells were ringing everywhere as the panic rose higher and higher. My chest was clutched tight, and breathing was becoming harder and harder.
What the hell were we going to do now?
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