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“The tricksters are the leaders of the fundamentalist pussies,” Butcher grits out. “I have an idea about who the man wanting the star is, but I need to touch base with Brick before jumping the gun.”
“It ties together if you think about it,” Dragon states. “The man wanting the star is the ex of Tamara, which means–”
“The woman and boy are Tamara and Chance,” Cuda finishes Dragon’s sentence.
“I can’t believe that sonofabitch has the nerve to move back to Roanoke and show his face. It’s disgraceful,” I snap. “The man needs his balls chopped off.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” Dragon laughs. “Unfuckingfortunately for us, with him wearing a badge, we have to tread lightly.”
“It’s a clusterfuck,” Wrecker huffs out. “Scythe’s gonna lose his goddamn mind when he hears Egypt’s prophecy.”
“Prophecy?” I ask, my nerves skyrocketing. “What does that mean for her? Is she special too?”
“Yes,” Wrecker admits. “She’s a prophet.”
“A strong one,” Butcher tacks on.
“We’re gonna have to keep an eye on her now that her gift has surfaced. It may mean some homeschooling for the time being,” Dragon adds.
“Oh, she’s going to love that,” I snort. “Canyon’s already put his foot down when we suggested that for him. He says his giftedness isn’t going to control him.”
“It’s going to be different for Egypt, Roxy,” Wrecker warns. “She’s a soothsayer, she foretells the future and gives outwarnings. She won’t remember her words when she comes out of the trance. Until she learns to ward them off, she’ll need someone around her at all times.”
“Canyon can’t control his divination yet and he’s heading back to school. How is this different?” I ask, wanting to cover my bases and ask all the questions so that when Egypt goes into a full, preteen meltdown, I’ll have an argument ready as to why she can’t go but Canyon can.
“Because her words can save the world and club, Roxy. If even one word slips through the cracks, it could bring the hammer down on us,” Dragon concludes. In my opinion, that’s a pretty damn good reason why.
“Who’s going to break this news to Saber, because it’s not going to be me,” I adamantly say, putting my foot down.
“He’s going to know if she goes into another stupor, Roxy,” Dragon reasons. “It’ll be better if he knows what to watch for than to be caught unaware, wouldn’t you think?”
“I hate it when you use common sense against me, Dragon,” I scold. “Fine, I’ll tell him but don’t be surprised if we end our vacation early and come home. He’s already fit to be tied because she’s caught the eye of a boy in town.”
“She’s too young,” Dragon growls. “That’s unacceptable.”
“Dear lord, you are as bad as he is. They held hands for a moment when they met and shared a brief hug. You’d have thought she was hooking up instead of finding a new friend,” I harrumph.
“With a boy, Roxy. An unknown. Boys are trouble, woman. Trust me, I’d know because before I knew what it was used for Ipopped a boner. Boys want sex way before a girl does. That’s a fact,” Wrecker grinds out.
“Y’all are ridiculous,” I moan. “They’re friends, that’s it.”
“You’re crazy, Roxy,” Cuda spouts. “If a boy is interested in a girl, it’s for more than mere friendship. Keep our girl away from him. I’m with Saber on that.”
“Bye, I’m ending this call before I have a myriad of bikers show up and scare this poor boy and his mother. Y’all need to get a grip. See you soon,” I announce before pressing the red circle that disconnects the call. “Men,” I grumble as I sit my phone to the side and concentrate on my girl who’s still fast asleep. “I’ve got your back, baby girl. Always.”
CHAPTER
SEVEN
Saber
As Canyonand I drag the kayak onto the shore, I glance upward and notice Egypt slumped over in her chair and Roxy close to her, sitting close by with our girl's hand in hers. The scene isn’t what has me pausing, it’s the concerned look on my old lady’s face. My eyes stay stuck on them as my son and I cart our raft to the tree closest to them and prop it up on its tail.
Canyon turns toward them with a smile on his face until he takes in the seriousness of his mother’s look. “Mom?”
“Hey,” she quietly says. “Take a seat, we need to chat.”
When your female says this to you with that dreadful look on her face, you know shit’s about to get real. Lucky for me, Foxy must’ve brought two extra chairs with her and Egypt when they came down, otherwise, we’d be sitting in the dirt. We both extract ourselves from our life jackets and toss them to the side as we drop into our chairs.
