Page 28 of Citiali: Teach
Those serious eyes fill. “My sister, Lulu, died at the prison. She was what Mary calls a reader. She poked the guard a few too many times.”
My arm automatically pulls her closer while energy pours out of me. “I’m sorry you lost her and had to go through your time alone. Can I do something for you?” I drop my arm when she steps back.
She dashes away the tear that rolled out of her eye before it hits her cheek. “Maiyun said the traffickers are dead. We were handed to the CIA by a tribesman. He was Navajo but known to the council. Our boss in the CIA building said our parents died. Maiyun will have her husband check but I’m afraid who else was part of that. There were Indians from everywhere at the council. My dad called Pueblos and Cheyenne but someone died making him upset. We were taken the next day.”
My eyes close. “You’ve been with the CIA for more than eight years?” She would have been just a girl.
“I think so. We were young. I remember our twelfth birthday but not thirteen.” She was a twin.
My jaw clenches, fists roll to ready and breath goes deep and slow. Letting my breath out with some healing energy feels better than wanting to pummel someone. I’m not sure I even care who I would hit. My second breath has me seeing how fuckin’ stupid I’m reacting. I’d never hit someone for nothing. Emotions fuck shit up.When I get myself in check, I realize she’s watching me. “I was pissed. I’m better.”
She laughs. “You’ve got paint on your face. It must be needed. Since you stopped moving everything but the air around you, I’m glad you’re back.” I feel her emotional struggle and see strength in that.
“Did you tell Maiyun about your parents?”
“Yes. She may know who my dad called from the other tribes. Her mom collected information like a keeper. She wants me to write council names and anything I can remember for her. I think I can help with her books. The tribes weren’t all Cherokee.”
I nod. “She’s sort of the same thing. She knows languages and history. I bet she’ll love the help.”
Mary steps closer. “We need to go if we’re getting on that chopper.”
Chopper? I look for it and take a breath. “You’re staying on the ABSZ?”
“I have an appointment with the doctor and I’ll be getting a tour. I need a job and want to know what jobs there are. Mary said Phoenix has a lot of women in different jobs and she’ll show me around. This will be my tribe but I need to know how I can help.”
I nod. “I just saw the flight plan. I’ll see you when you get back.”
At least she’s coming back to live here. My arm around her felt like the connection I have with Atohi, familiar,unbreakable, family. I need to talk to her when she gets back. Right now, I need to find my new President and Alpha-Bits.
Chapter Five
Bravo Club
Two weeks
Teller meets me at the chopper. “Brother, you summoned me on my first day off in almost three weeks.”
He smiles like this is a good thing. Realizing I’m annoyed, I shake my head. “I’m not annoyed with you. Dyani hasn’t been back to the Club since she went on this Badass world tour. I’ve been to almost every Club and last night she was making plans for the MC and the northern Clubs with Stella.”
He laughs. “Cort has her in Phoenix. Did she tell you about training?”
“No. I’ve been talking to her about the tribes, Badass and claiming. She’s not giving me much about what she’s learning. I know the CIA was a shield for them but that came from Zeke.”We walk toward the lot so I guess we’re riding.
“Yeah, the head is doing good. Director Page has him close, like living next door to him on the ABSZ.” He doesn’t sound happy with that.
I smile. “I thought he was a trafficker, so him being a good guy is a surprise I’ll take with a smile. Dyani said they were treated well and they learned everything from martial arts to sewing. They worked jobs that kept them seeing the world but never left so they weren’t really part of it.”
He stops at two bikes in one space. “This is us. I got information from Nitis. The head brought him to see the kids. They were grown but he didn’t know how to get them back to the US. He wasn’t CIA anymore and wanted out of Georgia. His Mason contact had stopped calling him five years ago.”
This is so fucked up. “What was he doing for money?” The guy was housing and feeding more than a dozen Indians and countless international workers.”
“CIA informant spy shit for France, UK and Spain. He knew about the Ukraine invasion before it happened. He’s got people, feeds and mics all over Europe and Asia. My dad is sending Saber down. This guy isn’t CIA but kept up with the job, got countries to pay him and was housing Indians as a shield while using them as techs. I’m surprised he’s even allowed on BSC territory.”
I smile, dropping the helmet down. “CIA doesn’t have a name worth a damn in Badass but obviously they have good guys too. Wasn’t Web’s FBI girl shielded by CIA in France?”
“The asshole turned!”
Starting the bike up, I turn toward him. “Brother, I’m just saying it’s possible, probable and he did shield the kids until the country got invaded.”
