Page 57 of Ride the Wind (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 8)

“So what happens now?” I asked. “You still a person of interest, or did they clear you?” I asked.

“They say I’m cleared, but you and I both know if they get even a whiff of me being the guy kidnapped Kerry, my ass is going to be in a cell without one question.”

“Then I guess we better figure out who took Kerry before the wind picks up, and they get a whiff, brother.”

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Chapter Twenty-One

Reese

“Have you heard anything from King about the Sons of Sin?”

Zig shook his head. “Nothing.”

“Have you been back to the Sons clubhouse lately?”

“Every day, darlin’.”

I scowled and reached for the bowl of salad. “I wish you wouldn’t go there.”

“I do, too, darlin’, but if I suddenly stop showing up, the more suspect they are going to get of me.”

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the bottle of French dressing. “They should be suspect of themselves. Who calls themselves a motorcycle club when they don’t even care about their own members.” I poured a blob of dressing onto the salad and twisted the cover back on. “I haven’t even seen an obituary for Brain in the newspaper. You would think they would have at least tried to pretend that they cared about him.”

“That’s because they don’t care at all.” Zig shook his head and pushed the bowl of salad away. “You need to eat more than that rabbit food, darlin’. You’re going to need your strength tonight.”

A flush heated my body, but I tried to pretend that his words didn’t affect me. “Is that your professional advice?” I joked.

“I’m hardly a professional, darlin’.” Zig pushed the plate of ravioli toward me. “Eat that. It’ll stick to your bones.”

“I kind of feel like that is an old wife’s tale moms used to tell their kids.”

Zig shrugged. “It worked on me. Though, it probably helps that Meg is such an incredible cook.”

“It was just my dad and me growing up. He was not the best cook, but he kept us both alive until I got old enough to be able to cook for us. Things got much better when that happened.”

“He still alive?” Zig asked.

I shook my head. “He passed away a couple of years ago.”

“I’m sorry, darlin.”

It sucked that my dad wasn’t here, but I knew that he would be proud of where I was headed. I forked a few raviolis onto my plate and set them in between us. “It’s okay. He was pretty sick in the end. It was hard to watch the man I always thought was so strong and smart deteriorate in front of my face.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do when my parents pass away.”

“Not think about it right now, and just enjoy your time with them.” I smiled softly. “It’s good that you seem to have mended fences with them.”

Zig shrugged. “Things are better, but I wouldn’t say things are perfect.”

I mixed my salad and took a considerable bit. “Notn evr has perf.”

“Uh, what was that, darlin’?” Zig laughed.

I chewed a few times and finally swallowed. “I said nothing ever is perfect.”

“Now that I understand.”

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