Page 73 of Twisted Revelations

“Where the hell are we?” Laura whispered at my ear as her gaze panned the area. “You’re telling me this redneck-ass biker is living like this?” She didn’t care that she was insulting the man responsible for sending us help and for keeping Megan safe.

My shoulders lifted in a deep shrug. After what we’d witnessed from D and Dax and our adventurous escapes and near-death moments in Texas, I didn’t know what to expect from the rest of the crew.

We eased from our seats when the men opened our doors and reached in to help us out. The crisp breeze in the air was surprisingly warm and refreshing across my face. Unlike in Texas, the April breeze wasn’t stiff and dry. My neck twisted back and forth, unwilling to miss a thing as my eyes bounced in their sockets.

The large glass door sprang open, and her cute little face dressed in a huge smile was the first thing I noticed. I didn’t walk. I forgot I had heels on and ran up the steps to get to Megan. I lost my breath when our bodies crashed into each other and her arms flew around my neck. I lost more breath when Laura’s body crashed into ours.

We remained locked in a tight body-shaking hold, breathing out our delight at a reunion that had taken way too long. We rocked soothingly, forgetting everything and anyone around us, our delighted hums vibrating around the circle. The men marched past us, carrying our bags into the living room.

When we let go and ambled into the house, the first person I recognized was Aaron. Scrapes and bruises covered exposed parts of his body, but he wasn’t bothered by his injuries.

His gaze studied us with Megan. It didn’t take but a second of witnessing him and Megan make eye contact that everything we’d been hearing about his willingness to protect her rang true.

Megan had shared the details about Aaron’s time in Texas when he’d been shot in the head and left for dead. The fact that he remained at her side proved his dedication to her, and I prayed I’d someday find a man who would love me that much.

The one standing next to Aaron must have been Ansel. His arm was in a sling and bruises painted the exposed parts of his body as well. I reached out for Aaron’s waiting hand. A scar decorated his head that wasn’t there when he’d pretended to be Detective Mark Griffin. His beard was longer and magnified his intense presence.

“Nice to see you again, Beverly.” His firm grip swallowed my hand as he observed me with an expression I couldn’t read.

“You as well. Thank you for taking care of Megan.”

A tight nod followed my words as his gaze zoomed in on Megan who was giggling with Laura. Ansel’s hand gripped mine next. His charming smile widened into a grin on his handsome face.

The pretty woman that stood a few paces from the men must have been Regina. She eased toward us with her hand outstretched, and her expression appeared as though she expected us to be hostile.

She was one of those beautiful women who had an air of privilege about her. However, a glance into her eyes unveiled a different story. Megan had also revealed to us she’d been held captive by her own family.

D and Dax were forthcoming in giving us information about this crew who had banded together to take out not one, but four major players of DG6. Whatever D and Dax hadn’t revealed, Megan would fill in the blanks. Ansel’s beautifully decorated living room drew my attention, making its own introduction.

“Welcome, ladies. Come in and make yourselves at home,” Ansel announced. His smile enticed me to grin. He knew how to lay on the charm, but I could tell he was a handful of straight-up trouble.

Megan remained in the middle of Laura and me as she kept a firm grip on each of our arms, interlocking hers with ours. Laura winced when Megan gripped her hurt arm but didn’t complain. She’d worn the sling D had put on her arm for a few days but tossed it when it got on her nerves.

We strolled further into the living room, as a group, with the men studying our movements. As we sat on the couch, arms joined, Ansel stepped up to the edge of the coffee table staring at us while Aaron and Regina took their seats in nearby chairs.

Ansel’s gaze panned up from our connected arms before moving between Laura and me. I’d heard he was a tough guy like Aaron, but he’d better beware with Laura. The way his face tensed as he studied us didn’t bother me, but Laura was a whole different story. She’d shoot her mouth off at anybody no matter their reputation. The glare she reflected back at Ansel wasn’t a pleasant one.

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