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I almost choked on my drink.
Redemption looked concerned and patted me on the back. “You okay?”
I nodded and swallowed as I wiped my mouth with a napkin. Leaning close to him, I whispered, “You’re kidding me!”
Shaking his head, he said, “Nope. The man’s name is Prophet, baby. And his dad is a biker as is he, but they live clean, no booze and no ass…” He gasped as he looked stricken. “Damn, I meant…”
I laughed. “Oh, I know what you meant.”
He took my hand. “Just so you know, I don’t drink either.”
I stared at him. “You don’t have to say that just because—”
“No,” he cut me off. “I learned a hard lesson a few years back. Wrapped my bike around a guardrail.”
I stared at him with wide eyes. “Oh, wow.”
“Yeah, drunk as they come. I never took another drink. It was one of those,wake up and see yourself deadmoments.”
I grasped his hand. “I am so glad you didn’t…get dead. Where would I be today?”
He squeezed my hand. “You don’t have to think about that anymore. You will be safe with me.”
I looked into his eyes, as he steadily gazed back. He meant it. He’d said he would be with me earlier several times, but until this moment I hadn’t wholly believed it. I felt so light suddenly, like a rush of feeling filled me. I paused and wondered at it. Was this joy? Love? I swallowed heavily and looked down at my plate.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Happiness, I think? Like I never felt these things before.”
He raised my hand and kissed it. “Get ready to feel them all the time.”
I couldn’t help it, tears filled my eyes again.P.S. Lord, I need to thank you again, I am so grateful for this blessing I never thought I would have.
Chapter Sixteen:One Good Thing
Redemption
Talon, Liv, me, Logan and my dad all sat in the security room watching the screen. My brothers Justice, Liberty and Fate stood behind us. We watched as Rip went into the barn where O was being held in her cage. Before we had our plan of action meeting we needed him to see if he could get any information from O. Most of us believed she wouldn’t tell him shit. But we had to try.
Rip hadn’t wanted to do it at all. He hated the woman, you could see it in his eyes. He wanted this to be over and when we got Glory back, it would be.
She stood from her rocking chair and smiled at Rip. He did not smile back. Who could blame him? His mother was nothing short of a monster. A killer with no remorse and no soul.
He pulled up a folding chair and sat down next to the cage.
“Rylan, I am so glad to see you again,” O gushed as she sat back down.
He slowly shook his head and replied in a flat voice, “I need to ask you some questions.”
Her smile dropped away. “Ah, so theWalkerssent you in here.”
Sitting forward, he said, “Iama Walker.”
Shaking her head, she seethed. “No, you aren’t like them.”
“Mother, my dad was a Walker. You were married to him, remember? That makes me as much of one bloodwise as any of them.”
She looked away as if she refused to accept this obvious fact.
