Page 57 of Nita's Redemption

Tank was the last to enter, his dark scowl didn’t bode well for the day.

“What’s wrong?” Link asked.

His face morphed quickly to the happy-go-lucky one as if he hadn’t appeared looking like the world was weighing on his shoulders. “Not a thing, brother. We got paid for our last project this morning. Good job, Abe. You did amazing, taking the lead on that one.”

Tank moved to the bar, settling on a stool next to Nita. Abe nodded toward the eggs, figuring whatever had Tank stressed would come out sooner or later. Right then, they needed to eat and head out to train.

‘I hate the thought of Hurricane having an upper hand with me or my father, let alone the pack. I want to know about his mom and my dad and what really happened. I don’t believe for one minute there’s any truth to the story he told me.’

“House rule, boys. There is no inside voices unless we’re all included,” Nita snarled, pointing a piece of bacon at the three males, pausing with it pointed at Tank.

Abe grinned at the male who had never experienced a female, besides Lorna yelling at him, and even if Nita hadn’t raised her voice, the hurt was there for all of them to see. Tank took her smaller hand in his, holding her captive as he leaned forward. Abe didn’t watch whatever was going to happen between the two, knowing Tank was the one who needed to fix what he’d done to their female.

After they ate and cleaned up the kitchen, they made their way to the training field. The sun had barely begun to rise, yet unsurprising, Hurricane and the others were already in the center of the arena looking bored like they’d been there for hours. Off to the left, he saw Tank’s father sitting with Lorna, his electric blue eyes narrowed on Hurricane and Honor. There wasn’t anger in his alpha stare. Abe nudged Tank, pointing his chin to where his friend’s father sat. “Looks like he’s got some regret swirling in his head.”

“I shared with him some of what Hurricane said to me last night.” Tank rolled his shoulders.

“Is he going to train with us today?” Abe strode up to the group, figuring one of them had to be hospitable.

‘Remember it’s hospitable not to put them in the hospital,’ Link said in their shared path, including Nita since she’d made the mandate he wasn’t going to break it.

He ignored his twin as he came to a stop by the group of shifters. “Good morning. Did y’all get some good rest last night?”

Hurricane grunted what Abe took as an agreement. The male next to him, if Abe remembered correctly, was Hayze. He only remembered because Tank’s sister Honor had called him HayHay, and he’d hollered at her to stop her bullshit. Hurricane had then told Hayze and Honor to shut the fuck up. So, Hayze, Honor, and Hurricane he remembered, along with Legend and Leger, who had to be brothers.

Chapter Seventeen

HURRICANE EYED HIS brother and his crew as they entered the large arena. There was no doubt the pack had money, which was clear with the homes and facilities they had seen in the last twelve hours.

“Looks like your baby bro is ready to show you who’s boss,” Legend said, nudging Hurricane with his elbow.

“Hmmm, maybe I’ll let him start with you and see what he’s got first.” Hurricane crossed his arms over his chest, unblinking in the face of his friend. The male was a friend, but he was also too damn cocky.

Remi and Leon chuckled from his left. Although they had been close when they’d been younger, Hurricane wasn’t ready to embrace the two males as brothers. They’d left and not kept in touch. Pack didn’t do that to one another, especially when he had relied on the Mejia’s for refuge during dark times.

“Fuck off, Mejia’s,” he growled. Legend bumped his shoulder, grinning a shit-eating smile that didn’t bode well for most.

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