Kenzie, so this meant we could kill two birds with one stone without telling anyone what we were doing.
“Nope, wrong again. If I’m high and mighty, Kenzie, it’s because of who my dads are. You really don’t get the political hierarchy of a motorcycle club, do you?”
Kenzie grunted, accepting the blow I knew Ama would have delivered with a sweet smile. How did I know that? Because she sounded cheerful. Cheerful as she burned my bitch of a sister.
I had to admit, it made me laugh to myself.
Kenzie, who wielded her razor tongue like a knife, had often been cruel to Ama, spoke shit about her behind her back, but Ama? Took it all in her stride.
I wished I could.
Wished I had the ability to keep my ducks in a row, but whenever Kenzie bitched about Ama, it just sent me off the fucking rails.
And it wasn’t always about Ama. Sometimes, it was about other people in my life.
What the fuck was I supposed to say to my dad when he called? What the hell was I supposed to tell him about the BS Kenzie had pulled? That was before this other shit where she might be a snitch… sweet Jesus, that was gonna break his fucking heart if it was the truth.
My dad was already on the edge. Had been ever since my momma had died. When Kenzie had run off a few months after he’d been jailed? It had killed him. And I knew he had to have pulled a shit ton of favors to learn of her whereabouts from the inside. Losing her again was going to mess with his head when he needed to keep things clean so he didn’t fuck his parole board meeting up.
Just thinking about him having to serve out his full term made my head feel light and my eyes start to spot at the edges.
Call me a pussy, but losing my dad for another two years on top of the one he still had to serve before he got the chance at coming home? Yeah, I wasn’t going to let my bitch sister do that to him. To us.
With all that in mind, that was why I was letting Ama at her. Ama was an odd duck, had a strange way of getting things out of people. I just had to be patient. Just had to let her do her thing.
Kenzie sighed. “God, all you do is draw.”
“Is that a statement or is there a question buried within it?” Ama replied.
“It’s a statement of boredom. You always were a freak.”
“Amazing how being abducted does that to a person.”
“You always did think you were so fucking cool for that,” Kenzie grumbled, and I had to shake my head at the crap she was spewing.
The worst thing of all was that she seemed to believe it.
“Fucking cool? Nah, I wouldn’t go that far, Kenzie. I’m sorry you weren’t kidnapped in my stead, but then, you were only the Sergeant-At-Arms’ daughter. Not high enough up the ranking to serve Aaron’s needs.”
My lips twitched at that, then I was hard-pressed not to laugh when Ama decided to bury the hatchet between my sister’s shoulders.
“Unless you still don’t get that my dads are more important than yours?”
“I get it,” Kenzie hissed. “All because your mother was a slut, you—”
“What? Got more of the attention?” Ama snorted. “Some attention. I really wish you’d had to piss yourself for days on end, were blindfolded by a crazy kid, and had to listen to him rattle on about how he was going to kill you all while he starved you and didn’t give you a drop to drink. It really was like staying at Club Med, honey. I think you’d have liked it. Really, I do. Better than a spa treatment.”
Kenzie scoffed, but she did change the subject. “How long are they going to keep me up here anyway?”
“Until they learn what your motives are.”
“Motives? What motives?” Kenzie sniffed, and I could easily imagine her tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I wanted to come home. What’s so devious about that?”
“How about the fact you pretended that your old man, who isn’t your old man, beat you up to get your brother to agree to get me to call my grandfather to persuade him to help you leave…” She sucked in a breath. “Wow, talk about a mouthful. Oh, the webs we weave when we practice to deceive.”
Kenzie snarled, “What do you know about my life? You think you