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“You work for the Nomad Brothers, that’s club property, babe.”
I know she’s right, and the MC only wants what’s best for me and Olive, but this still stings. “I’ll call Brew.”
“Okaaay. How are things with you two?”
“They’re okay,” I lower my voice. “There’s a lot to fill you in on.”
“Oh, my god, you had sex with him didn’t you?”
“Shhh!” I say.
“Why? There’s nobody here.”
“We don’t need to be talking about this while Steven knows my whereabouts.”
“You’re right. Did you tell Olive?”
“No, she’s in her room.”
“I’ll come over with Bronco. I’ll make up the spare room, just until we get things checked out. Cash won’t like this, and he won’t let either of you in the apartment alone until he’s sure you’re not being watched.”
This is the thing about the MC, and because I owe them money, I’m at their mercy. Not that I don’t appreciate the security they offer, I do, but it’s extreme, and now I have to tell Olive.
“Okay, but I’m calling Brew, too. I know he’ll be mad if I don’t fill him in.”
“Fine, but don’t answer the door until we get there, I’m calling Bronco right now.”
“Thank you, Amber. This is probably silly, but we don’t know what your brother is capable of.”
“I know,” she says. “And for that I’m truly sorry. You don’t know how much.”
“It’s not your fault,” I maintain. “You were innocent. I didn’t know what was even going on…” I trail off the way I always do when I think about the things I didn’t know about until much, much later. The very same reasons I took Olive and ran.
The fact that Steven is eerily calm about all of this just doesn’t sit well with me.
That letter has me reeling.
“Let’s not rehash all of that. We’re in a different place now. We’ll never be going back.”
“I know,” I whisper.
“So tell Olive and we’ll be there in half an hour, okay?”
“Okay, thanks, Amber.” I hang up.
We both made a promise years ago that no matter what, we’d take every precaution should something jeopardize our safety. We don’t take any chances.
“Olive?” I call, heading her way. I need to talk to her before I call Brew so she can have time to pack some things.
“In my room,” she calls back.
To think that he’s known where we live for god knows how long sends a shiver down my spine. For the first time in years, I don’t feel safe.
I don’t ever want that feeling to resonate with my daughter.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
