Spark of Hope (MacKenny Brothers #3) - Kathleen Kelly Page 0,49
hurt me. My only family. But like Annie said, family isn’t always about blood. It’s about those who are willing to stand by your side when things get tough.
Cupping his face with one hand, I put my forehead to his, even though my ribs throb with pain at my position.
“They need to pay. The Rochas need to pay. You, Logan, and the MC are the only things that matter.”
Kyle
Lola stares into my eyes and says the words I need to hear. I need to know she’ll back me, the MC, and our relationship. Letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, I lean forward and kiss her lips. Lola pulls away first. A wince of pain crosses her face.
“Are you okay?”
Lola nods. “My ribs didn’t like me crouching over like that.”
“Jesus, babe, don’t hurt yourself on my account.”
A single tear runs down her cheek. “You’re worth it.” Lola brushes the tear away and shakes her head.
In the sunlight, her red hair shines brightly. I pick up a lock of it, feeling the softness on my fingers. “I really like the red. It suits you.” Grinning at her, I wink. “Makes me think I’ve got a whole new woman.”
“That’s a good thing, yeah?”
“Yeah.” I stand and hold out my hand. “Come on, we have work to do.”
“What about Logan?” asks Lola as she puts her hand in mine and rises.
“Let’s go talk to him.”
“And tell him what?” Lola’s face is furrowed with worry.
“Just that we need him to stay here while we attend to business.”
Lola nods.
We walk into the house.
Logan is on the couch, feet on the coffee table, watching the television. “Hey,” Logan offers as a greeting.
Lola gives me a strained smile and sits next to him. “Bud, we need to go out for a while. Will you be okay here by yourself?”
“Can I come?”
I shake my head. “MC business.”
“Is it because of me? Because I killed Garry?”
“Oh, no, Logan, this has nothing to do with you,” replies Lola as she puts her arm around him.
Logan nods and looks to me for validation.
“Your mom’s right. It has nothing to do with you.”
Logan nods then stares at Lola. “Mom?”
“Yes?”
Logan shakes his head. “You’ve never actually said it.”
“That I’m your mother?” Logan nods. “I am. We have a lot to talk about.”
“I always knew. There’s no way my dad would’ve been with Yvette. And I saw the way he would look at you when you’d visit.”
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
Logan shrugs. “I figured eventually you’d both tell me.”
Lola stares up at me, her eyes filled with sadness. “We had a plan, your dad and me. We were going to tell you on your sixteenth birthday. I’m so sorry it happened this way.”
I nod at her, knowing her explanation is as much for me as it is for Logan.
“We have to go.” I hold out my hand to her. “Logan, will you be okay?”
“Yeah. I’ve got the TV and food. I’ll be fine.”
“You’ll find an X-box hidden in the TV unit in the bottom drawer. Just don’t tell Lochlan.”
“Cool!”
With Lola’s hand in mine, we walk out of our home and head for the pit.
Lola can’t ride because of her wrist, so I drive us to the clubhouse. The mood when we walk in is somber. Smokey’s funeral is on everyone’s mind. A few of the club whores approach Lola, and I leave her with them as I go in search of Rocky. He’ll know where I can find Wheels.
Rocky is out back in the kitchen, making himself a grilled cheese.
“Hey, man, want to make me one of those?”
Rocky nods and begins slapping the sandwich together. The silence in the room is stifling, and I’m waiting for Rocky to say something. But he doesn’t. He’s actively avoiding eye contact. So, I lean up against a bench, cross my ankles, and stare at him. When he’s finished making me a grilled cheese, he hands it to me and copies my stance as he eats his.
“You okay?” I ask.
Rocky nods.
“Bullshit.”
His eyes find mine, and he gives a shake of his head.
“Normally, I can’t shut you up. You have an opinion on fucking everything, but here you are quiet as a fucking mouse.”
Rocky bites into his grilled cheese and shrugs. “You want my opinion on something? Seems like I’ve been out of the loop.”
I put the plate down and scoff. “Is that what this is about? You’re feeling left out?”
Rocky drops his sandwich onto the plate and pushes off the bench. “It’s more than