Page 27 of Bound By Fate
Down the first ladder and onto the second, it happened.
Everything exploded. My body flew from the ladder and landed on the ground with a thud. There was no doubt that fall gave me a concussion because of how dizzy I felt.
Micah laid next to me groaning.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, moving to him and inspecting him for blood or broken bones.
“Fuckin’ landed on my back. The computer did not break my fall.”
I stood up, feeling a little bit of a spin, but I held out my hand and helped Micah up.
We moved fast to the front of the building, climbing over debris. The Ravage men were starting to get up from the rubble as we approached. The warning wasn’t enough.
“Where’s Cruz and the guys inside?” I asked, looking at the building and ground to see if I could spot them.
Rhys sat up, the concrete and bricks falling off of him. His entire body was covered in dirt and ash. “What the fuck was that?”
“Cruz?” several barked at him.
“I’m good,” Cruz said, stepping out from behind Rhys. He too was covered in dirt and ash. He also had a cut on his leg that was bleeding. “Everyone accounted for?”
There were several groans and would be some seriously sore bodies tomorrow, but as I counted, it came up right. “All here.”
“Let’s get the fuck outta here before the cops show up. We need to get home and regroup.”
He wasn’t wrong. That was a clusterfuck of epic proportions, and my fucking body ached.
But my thinking now was if Jett was the ringleader, why would he be in a building that had exploded. He wouldn’t have had time to get out like we'd warned Ravage.
Maybe Jett wasn’t the monkey running the show. Maybe he was just a puppet.
9
KATIE
“What isup with you calling me over here in a tizzy?” I asked Ensley as I walked into her door. This was the second time in the last few weeks she’d done this to me. Since the last time was a set-up to spend time with Dryerson, I couldn’t help but be skeptical.
Especially when her message was super vague. More so than the first time.
“Annee Kadeeeeeeee!” Remy came barreling around the corner, and I scooped her up in my arms.
“Hey, bug.” Her little head went into my neck while all her limbs went around me like a spider monkey. Loved her more than anything, but I needed to know what was going on so I prompted, “Ens!”
It was then Ensley turned to me. Her face was drained of some of her color. Her hand even trembled a bit. That was not like her at all. It made me nervous.
“Micah and Dry are on their way here. They had some club business today, and it went bad.”
My heart thumped and body tightened. Oh my God, were they okay? What had happened? What was wrong? Tons of thoughts rolled through my head, immediately going to the worst.
I shouldn’t care, right? He meant nothing to me. He was just a man, right? But he did count more than I'd wanted to admit. The confliction in my thoughts was giving me a headache.
“It’s otay…” Remy lifted her little hand, coming to my cheek. “WyWy always otay.”
I didn’t know how I felt about my niece already knowing and understanding this information. My first thought was shock that she knew that what her dad did was dangerous. Then sadness that she was in that position, then understanding. This was her world. Remy needed to develop a tough skin.
Micah and Ensley were never leaving the Ravage MC, and Remy needed to understand and acknowledge this life.
It surprised me that she acclimated so quickly, while I struggled to fit in. Was it crazy to admire your three-year-old niece?
