of those annoying females who did that. Only, on her, it was cute.
I started my feast the second we were riding back to her house, and only paused when we passed the compound.
There were construction vehicles there already. Skips and diggers as they started to clear out the site, making it ready for the clubhouse to be reconstructed.
I had no idea how it worked, but I knew Storm and Nyx would be handling shit, Steel would be pushing his nose in, and if memory served, Cruz had an engineering degree, so he'd be helping out too.
Relieved that the pressure was off me for once, I slouched into the seat and carried on eating, feeling weird to be going to Rachel's domain when I was never welcome there.
I often wondered why she lived so close to the clubhouse when she said she hated everything Sinners-related. But live close she did and that was to our benefit if she was letting us crash with her for the foreseeable future.
I had no idea how long it'd take for the clubhouse to be built again so her generosity was more than I expected.
Not even feeling guilty for thinking she'd be so uncharitable because she could be a cold bitch when she chose, I grabbed my paper bags of food as she pulled up outside the ranch-style house.
Though it was only one floor, it was massive. Built on Sinners' money of course, but I never begrudged her the crazy fees she charged.
Mostly because she earned it, and mostly because I wanted her to have what she wanted.
She was a workaholic and the expanse of this place meant she could have her office here, which meant she was safe.
So close to the compound, we kept an eye on her, and Steel and Nyx had seen to her alarm system and the various security measures I deemed as a must for her safety.
The veranda had a couple of comfortable-looking pieces of garden furniture that I knew I'd be sleeping on today.
After being stuck inside the goddamn hospital all this time, I needed the fresh air.
So I took a seat on one of the squishy cushions that had a pattern of some palm trees printed on them, and dumped my food on the coffee table.
She didn't say anything, just took a seat, grabbed one of the drinks, and sipped deeply from it then began picking on the different items.
It was so much like when she was a kid, when she'd first moved to the compound.
She'd been tiny, really fucking small and underfed. Getting her to eat had been hard because her mom had never fed her, but if you put some food out, she'd always graze.
I'd learned to always order more so that there'd be enough for her.
Funny how old habits died hard.
We ate in silence. The only noises came from the clubhouse but even the sounds of construction weren't too loud. I could hear birds and the wind trickled the scent of the herbs she had in her garden into my awareness.
It was peaceful, nice. Until it wasn't.
When Nyx came outside, Giulia perching on his knee, then Rain, Rachel's brother, and Hawk, Giulia’s, bruised like a bastard after his run in with the bomb, popped up from out of nowhere, the conversation started up like a thousand bees just starting to fly out of the hive at the same time.
And the crazy thing was, it was good.
Exactly what I needed.
They didn't talk to me, didn't ask me shit, just carried on like I wasn't there.
But I was.
I was part of this family.
A family my pop had given to me upon my birth, and whose care he'd passed over to me eight years ago when Mom had died.
These were my people.
Some of them were going to be buried in the morning, and some were still in the hospital. A good chunk of them were homeless, probably living out of Walmart shopping bags, and some of them had goddamn amnesia...
It was fucked up, one crazy chaotic pile of goo. But it was my chaos. My goo.
Mine.
And when I found out who was behind the deaths of the people I loved, they'd wish they were dead too. Because we were the Satan's goddamn Sinners, and we had Death on our fucking side.
Indy
I blew out a breath as soon as I got back to the tattoo parlor. Twisting the sign around from 'closed' to ‘open,' I stared around my joint, grateful that today was over.
I'd need to go back to the