Page 16 of Fire And Ice

“They aren’t...” Amira tried to explain, “They haven’t known me long.”

Luther raised a brow. “More mystery, how ironic?” he smirked.

Amira didn’t see anything funny in the situation. “You guys got a little girls room in this place?”

“We ain’t got any little girls,” Diesel snorted.

She huffed. “I can tell there hasn’t been a female here in ages. And if you don’t clean this place up, none of you will ever see one here in your lifetime.”

Steel shook his head. “Wow, you are a peach, aren’t you?”

“I think we can find something for you.” Luther shook his head and grabbed her elbow. Escorting her up the stairs and over to the bathroom.

She went in through the doorway then shut the door in his face. Looking over at the toilet, she shook her head. Dragging her pants down she wouldn’t allow her ass to touch the dirty toilet as she did her business and got up. Sliding her pants up, she looked around the small room and shaking her head, she found a small bottle of bleach. Of all things she thought she might do, she never thought she would be cleaning the inside of a toilet.

Setting the bleach down on the floor under the sink, she washed her hands and opened the door.

Luther was right there waiting for her and when he escorted her to the main room, she saw Kinsen, Trent, and Jacks sitting there at a table.

They were all sipping on coffee. They turned to raise their mugs at her with huge smiles.

Amira smirked at them. “Well, sometimes being bitchy, hangry and disgusted has its perks.”

The three men chuckled.

Chapter Eight

Amira looked around, found the pot, walked over, and got herself a cup. She brought it to her lips and she could smell the strong scent of burnt coffee. She sipped and grimaced, but it was hot and liquid. She carried her cup over to the table and sat down beside her friends.

Luther came over, turned the chair around, and sat down, putting his arms on the back of the chair. He seemed to be watching her out of the whole bunch of them. “So your name is Amira Wicks.”

Amira held up her hand and stopped him almost from the start. “My name is just Amira, not Amira Wicks. Milo never married my mother nor did he ever give me his last name.”

“But you were his daughter, correct?” Luther asked her.

She shrugged. “According to him, I am.”

“You have some doubts?” Luther asked.

Amira shook her head. “No, I don’t doubt I’m his child but he’s not now, nor has he ever been any kind of father to me.”

“And what was that comment about a war?” Luther asked her. What else do we have coming here?”

Amira sipped her bitter coffee.

He looked over at the three men.

When no one spoke up, Luther scoffed. “Something tells me you know exactly what we’re talking about. What’s the big secret? What are you hiding?”

Amira glanced quickly over at Kinsen and at the slight shake of his head, she went back to her coffee.

Luther growled as he watched the interplay between Amira and the three men. Then he glared at her again and asked, “And what’s with that Griffen bastard? He was supposed to be your grandfather? Sounded to me like he didn’t like you very much.”

Amira set her coffee cup down very carefully. Then she looked up at him and said, “I hope you also took note of the fact that I didn’t much care for him either right?”

Luther smirked. “Yeah, I got that impression. But tell me this, why doesn’t he like you? And what the hell did that mean when he called you a breed?”

Amira looked at him with a wounded look in her eyes. “He and Milo are real bastards and I’m only half bastard. To him, I’ll never be good enough because Milo didn’t marry my mom. And because I inherited my blue hair from my mother, that’s all he can see. I’ll never be good enough for the likes of Griffen Wicks.”

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