Page 168 of Love Thy Brother
“Come with me.”
I eyed him from the doorstep. The good father had actual jeans on. A T-shirt that fit. “What happened to your hair?”
“Liliana brushed it.”
“Why?”
“Get in the fucking car.”
He abandoned me and retreated to Mateo’s Papá wagon.
I glared after him. Curiosity was my kryptonite, but I wasn’t in the fucking mood. My eyeballs were throbbing, my neck was stiff, and I was grumpyandhorny. None of which were conducive to a lunatic chaplain chauffeuring me who the fuck knew where.
Shame Embry didn’t give a shit. He opened the passenger door. “Come on, brother. I need you to trust me.”
I did trust him. Also, he was a tenacious fucker when his mind was set on something. Sometimes the quickest way to be left alone was to do what you were told.
After throwing on some clothes that weren’t pink pyjama bottoms, I got in the car.
He peeled away from the kerb fast enough to jolt my entire body.
Wanker.If he’d been anyone else...
Except River.
I’d never thump him.
Pull his hair, maybe. Manhandle him naked...
Jesuswept. Grumpy and horny, remember?
I focused on Embry, squinting at him in the bright spring sunshine. “Where are we going?”
“Whisper Farm.”
“Your cousin’s place?”
That got my attention. The Carter Family farm was a sacred place. Until Mateo and Liliana last year, only Orla had ever been. “Why are we going there? Is Liliana riding today?”
“Nope.”
I waited.
Nothing happened. “That’s all you’re telling me?”
Embry burned onto the A road. “Yup.”
“Marvellous.” I settled into my seat and swiped at my phone. The screen made my head throb, but texting River had been the only thing keeping me sane all day.
Rubi:Embry kidnapped me. Send help.
The message delivered, but River didn’t read it. A likely turn of events given that he was probably up to his eyeballs servicing every Rebel King bike in the land since he’d reopened his books to the MC.
Fuckers. Why can’t they service their own hogs?
That I hadn’t serviced my own in years didn’t seem to matter. I didn’t care if Nash was busy. It wasn’t him that made the pounding in my skull fade to a dull roar. Wasn’t him that made my blood sing and my heart full.
“Are you crying?”
