Spark of Hope (MacKenny Brothers #3) - Kathleen Kelly Page 0,55
MC, they’re like family. It’s my responsibility as their President to provide for them, and protect them.”
“I get it.”
I shake my head. “No, you don’t.” Scrubbing a hand over my face, I lean forward. “Smokey was tortured and killed because Yvette let a drug cartel think we were in business with her. They assumed we were ripping them off. She got him killed.”
This time Logan says nothing and simply nods.
“We wanted the man who issued the order to pay for Smokey’s death.”
“Did he?”
I nod. “As for Yvette. She not only owed us but the drug dealers. She duped them. To keep the peace, we handed her over.”
“So, she’s dead?” His voice cracks, and I pat him on the back.
“Probably.” A single tear rolls down his cheek. “Do you really want to know?”
It takes him a moment as though he’s thinking about it. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
“I’ll get Angus to find out.”
“How will he know?”
Shaking my head, I say, “He’s smart, and he planted bugs in the Rochas’ warehouse. He’ll know.”
Logan stands. “Thanks for trusting me, Kyle.”
“You’re in now. You’re family. The MC and I will always protect you, and we expect you to do the same for us.”
One side of Logan’s lips turns up. “You sound like a mob guy.”
Standing, I lightly punch his arm. “The mob has nothing on us.”
Awkwardly, Logan embraces me, and I pat him on the back.
“You saved me. No matter what happens, I’ll never forget that.” He pulls away and walks to his bedroom, where he shuts the door without so much as another glance. Strange. Logan is a complicated individual, but I trust him enough to keep our secrets.
Sitting in the darkness, I pull out my phone and dial Angus.
“Hello?”
“Hey, brother. Where you at?”
“I’m about to go on that date I told you about.”
“Ahh, the one with the female hacker. It’s kind of late to be on a date, isn’t it?” I chuckle.
“Yeah, she’s not here yet. She’s probably making sure I wasn’t followed.”
“Jesus, you can pick them, hey?”
“Did you want something?”
“Logan wants to know what happened to Yvette.”
His sharp intake of breath indicates he probably knows what happened to her. “What do you want me to do?”
“I take it that means you know something?”
“Yeah, the bug in the men’s bathroom hasn’t been detected. It’s not pretty, what they did to her.”
I close my eyes. It is one thing to hand over someone. It’s quite another to hear all the gory details.
“Give him a sanitized version.”
“You want him to know?” Angus sounds surprised.
“Might help the kid to move on.”
“Okay, I can do that. I think my date has arrived. I’ve gotta go.”
“You think?”
“I’m not sure what she looks like, but she’s wearing a white scarf and has a flower in her hair.”
I chuckle. “And is the bad guy hiding in the bushes?”
“What?”
“It sounds like a bad romance movie.”
Angus laughs. “She cautious, that’s all.”
“Have fun, brother.”
“Will do.”
Opening the bedroom door, Lola is fast asleep. I strip off and join her in bed, being careful not to wake her. I curve my body around hers. Lola lets out a sigh, and I smile. My whole life has been about family, the one I have and the one I created with the MC. I never thought I’d have a woman and son of my own. They’ve filled a void I didn’t know needed filling. Listening to the quiet of our home, I realize my universe is complete.
Lola’s lips are on my neck as she works her way down my body. Under normal circumstances, I’d let her keep going, but we have a few things to discuss before I claim her.
“Lola, I need you to stop.”
Her head comes up, she pushes her hair out of her face with one hand and stares at me with confusion. “You want me to stop?”
“Yeah.”
She sits back on her legs, tilting her head to the side. “Why?”
Sitting up, I put a pillow behind my back and pat the bed next to me. “We need to talk.”
“Jesus, you want me to move out.”
“Come here, love.”
At my endearment, she shuffles forward and sits next to me. I wait until she’s comfortable, then I place a hand on her leg to reassure her.
“Tell me about Logan and why you left him with your mother.”
Lola hangs her head, her hair falling across her face. She takes a deep centering breath, then she moves so she can stare into my eyes while tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
“I was a kid. Logan was born at