Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,112

any place."

Link huffed. "Well, hell, Nyx, that's how you know it's serious. When a man serves himself up for a whooping, you know shit got real."

"It did with me, but I don't think so with her. She's drifting away."

"I heard," Nyx said softly.

"Figured that's why you came bursting in yesterday."

He pulled a face. "I'm not having her running off to New Orleans again. Scared the shit outta me thinking of her in that godawful city."

Link laughed. "It's one of the best cities in the States."

"Not for my single baby sister who's incapable of keeping her ass out of trouble."

Link laughed. "Jesus, yeah. She was a little shit, wasn't she?"

Curious, I asked, "She was?"

Link caught my eye in the rearview mirror. "Oh yeah, she was. Fuck, she was terrible. Something fierce. It was almost a relief to get her ass out of Jersey, give us all a break, but then news would float up about what she was doing, and then that’d set old Mad Dog over here to frothing at the mouth."

Nyx punched him in the arm, but Link just grinned, quite cheerfully dissing on our brother like it meant nothing to get in this insane fucker's face.

"She's mellowed out though now, hasn't she?" I asked, curious if they considered this version of Indy to be mellow or not.

As far as I could see, she didn't get into trouble but she had no issue with running her mouth to a lot of very dangerous men. That was either bravery or dumbassery.

"Christ, yeah," Nyx rumbled. "It's like she's on weed now. I don't know what happened, but she changed when she came back."

My brows rose. "Thought she came back because your Ma died."

"She did, but I don't think that's what changed her. Not really. By the end, none of us were very close.

"My folks couldn't get over what Kevin had done, couldn't get over that Carly was dead and why, it was just... well, it was a fucking mess.

"Caleb started getting into shit when he was sixteen. Joyriding and pulling stupid stunts in stolen vehicles." He heaved a sigh. "Me and Indy had to straighten him out."

I narrowed my eyes at that insight, and asked, "Hang on, is that why you're so mad at him for getting caught?"

"Yeah, because we both spent a lot of time, and wasted a lot of fucking energy, in getting him on the straight and narrow."

"The only way you could get that kid to be straight and narrow is if you tied him to a fucking ruler. Prison will do him good," Link informed the truck as a whole.

"Not sure Rikers is good for anyone's soul."

"I'd usually agree, but Caleb was a hyperactive little shit. He needed to go in there, get himself a pair of balls. Grow up. The MC isn't a game, you can't just play at it, and that was what he was doing. It was only a matter of time before he was going down, and I'd prefer for him to get hit now, and serve some time, when he's young because as much of a hardass as the judge was on his case, if he'd been five years older, I'd swear he'd have sent him down for life."

Nyx pulled a face. "I hate that you're right, man, but you are."

"I'm always right," Link chirped, which prompted us to both roll our eyes.

"You keep on believing that shit if it makes you feel better, Link."

"Trust me, I will." He pinned me down with another look, then asked, "What's going on with you and Indy?"

"She's wondering if she's crazy to be with a biker. I can't blame her. Not after what went down, and then with all the other shit..."

Nyx heaved a sigh. “Shit I haven't shared in church yet."

Link's brows rose. "What kind of shit are we talking here?”

"It's a long fucking story, and we're already at the motel."

"Thank fuck Lodestar got that info off her drive," Link muttered, changing the subject to the matter at hand. “Means that cunt will sell the motel to keep his ass out of jail.”

While he wasn’t exactly wrong… “I don't know if it's all that great. It means she cloned everything on Maverick's hard drive, Link. When she probably shouldn't have done that."

"Wouldn't be surprised if Maverick already knew. He's weird with her," Nyx pointed out. "Gives her enough rope to hang herself then cuts her down. Every time."

Because I couldn't disagree, especially knowing what I did, I murmured, "Think they were boning back when