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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Ky
I pulled up to the compound and skidded to a halt. With fire running through my veins, I flicked the kickstand down and jumped off my bike. Then I went tearing into the clubhouse.
I had no idea where I’d find Mouse right then, but I fucking dared anyone to step in my way.
“Ky?” Knight said my name like a question. Like he could almost read my mind.
I was sure the way my chest was puffed out and my body was vibrating was a dead give away that something was up.
“Where the fuck is Mouse?” I pretty much demanded through gritted teeth.
His eyes narrowed at me and I turned and kept on moving further into the clubhouse. I knew Knight was hot on my trail and probably anyone else who’d seen me storming it. I rounded the corner to the kitchen and there he was, just making a fucking cup of coffee like any other day.
“The fuck is wrong with you?” I roared and because I couldn’t stop myself, I threw a punch at his face as he turned around.
“Fuck,” he said as hot coffee splashed all over both of us and the cup slid from his hand. “God fucking dammit, Ky.”
I grabbed his cut in order to keep myself from throwing another punch to his fucking face.
“Why? What the fuck were you thinking when you showed her that place?”
His hands came up and with a force that surprised me, he shoved me away. My left fist curved up, catching him just under the chin and making his head snap back.
He caught me with a right hook to the jaw.
Then it was on. I wasn’t sure which one of us tackled the other, but somehow we both ended up rolling around on the ground, trying to get hits in while the fucking shards of the ceramic mug sliced our exposed skin.
“E-fucking-nough!” Iron’s voice roared out over the chaos.
We both froze then pushed off of each other. My back slammed against the bottom cabinets as I flopped back on my ass.
My chest heaved as I looked over at Mouse with fire in my eyes. I wiped the blood from my lip with the back of my hand. Shit. That hurt like hell. Damn, I knew my face was going to look like shit for the next few days. Chris was going to be pissed and I hated that he would be disappointed with me. But the damage was done and as I studied Mouse, I could see that he hadn’t fared any better.
Iron didn’t say another word. He just walked to the refrigerator, pulled out two beers, then walked over to us. As he uncapped one of the bottles, I looked up at him with regretful eyes. I reached up and took it from his outstretched hand. Then he did the same to the other, handing it to Mouse.
“Fix your shit, then fix this shit,” he said pointing to the mess on the floor. Without another word, he turned on his heels and walked out of the kitchen, nodding to the others to follow him out.
The silence was suffocating. I was still angry but it was starting to fade.
“Why?” I asked on a heavy sigh.
“Because she seemed lost. Alone. I was trying to help her.”
“You think it’s going to help for her to leave? To be away from me? From Chris? From her fucking family?” The anger was coming back but I kept my ass planted on the ground.
“I don’t want her to go. I don’t want her that far away, where we can’t watch over her and Chry. But it’s not about what I want, Ky. Or you for that matter. It’s about what Ingram needs. And it sounds like she needs to not feel like an outsider. She needs to be around people that understand what she’s going through, right now. She needs time and a safe place where she can accept everything that’s happened to her and figure out her own way of how to move on.”
He was almost yelling at me and I imagined that if we’d been standing, he would have been up in my face, making sure I really heard his words.
“And she needs to do that away from you, away from here, because she needs the space to breathe and not feel like she’s letting anyone down,” he went on, the grip on his bottle tightening. “She loves you. You’re her only family now. But you have to give her the space to figure things out on her own.”
All the air left my lungs. It was hard to hear but I heard every fucking word. I took them in and let them rattle around in my brain until they all took root. He was right. I may not have liked it. I may not have wanted her to go. But I had to give her the room to fly or I would end up being the thing that crushed her.
I took in a deep breath, holding it for a few good long beats, then let it out slowly.
“Tell me about this place.”
