Page 86 of Mex

“Oh,” Bonnie grins. “It’s positivelywicked.”

I can’t help but laugh at her dramatics.

“Well, are you goin’ to spill or are you goin’ to leave us here all day?” Mex grumps.

“Fury just got a call that his sister has been sent to prison,” Myla blurts.

My eyes widen.

Myla continues. “Something about drugs. Apparently, she’s bad news. Anyway, she has a kid and there is no one else to send the kid to. So, she wants Fury to take her. If he doesn’t, she has to go into the system.”

Oh man.

That is juicy.

“Is he going to take her?” I ask, eyes wide. “How old is she?”

“She’s like, five or six. I don’t know if he even knew about her. Apparently, he and his sister haven’t spoken in a long time,” Myla shrugs. “But man, it is intense out there.”

“Fuck,” Mex mutters, stepping away. “Better go see if he needs somethin’.”

“Fury as a fill in dad,” I say, grinning. “Thatisinteresting.”

Mex leans down, kissing my forehead. “I’ll leave you girls to drown in your gossip.”

As he steps away, I flash him a smile.

He gives me one back. The first one he has presented to me that’s genuine. It’s real and filled with hope for a future.

It’s bliss.

It makes my heart sing.

It gives me hope.

As he leaves the room, Bonnie and Myla rush in and sit on the bed beside me, and there, we talk about all the possibilities for Fury and his niece. I’ve never felt like I’ve been part of anything this real in my life, and as I sit here with these girls, I know that this club could easily become my family.

How the tables have turned.

I started out wanting to see them end, and now, I am beginning to wonder how I could live my life without them.

I think my freedom lies right here.

I think I’ve finally found my home.

In the arms of a biker.

Who would have thought?

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