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“But yet you came together, that’s the most important thing.”
I can’t deny it. “We both fell fast.”
Her eyes light up. I’m glad she seems to like me at least. “So, you’re in love?”
I look down at my hands, then back at her. “Yes. I’m in love for the first time and it’s with Asher. He’s… amazing. Though, I don’t need to tell you that.”
She smiles, looking pleased. “Well, I’m glad, just so you know. I think he needed a woman like you to come along and set him straight. He’s had a colorful past, but I’ve never seen him look at a woman the way he looks at you.”
“Well, that’s something.”
We both laugh. “I guess it is.”
I smile at the memory. I’m glad Audrina approves and doesn’t think the age gap is an issue, or the fact I’m her son's first real girlfriend. Though, it did trouble me when she said some red roses arrived for him while he was away. That seems a little romantic for my liking and got my hackles up.
I glance at Nevada and he says, “You’re doin’ it again.”
“Doing what?”
His eyes are closed. “Tryin’ to figure out what I already told you. I don’t know who they’re from.”
“Maybe the heavy breather who keeps phoning you?”
“They’re probably for my mom, she has more than one admirer.”
“Right, even though the flowers were addressed to you.”
“Probably just because it’s my address.”
I’m not buying it, but I also believe he’s telling the truth. Before me, he’s been with a lot of women. Maybe one got too attached? Maybe it’s just a secret admirer?
The takedown with Jefferson is all over the news, even in the airport it was playing on the overhead TV in the bar. The massacre described as vigilante justice and gang related has me believing Bane has some of the feds in Mississippi in his pocket. No mention of the MC whatsoever. That’ll keep Cash happy as none of our club members were mentioned or harmed either. Our club members. I want to slap myself.
But what Bane does on his own turf is up to him. Without being embroiled into this mess, none of this would be happening and I may never have found Diamond. I’m nervous; my palms sweaty and my face hot by the time we land. Anxiety fills me.
Diamond, Ruby and Sapphire are all on the same flight, and we agreed it was best to go to the clubhouse, rather than take Tilly to the airport. I asked Diamond a million questions while we were seated, eager to know what the hell went down…
“Most of the girls were new, and as I said, a lot were immigrants, some were also homeless or girls from poor families who were promised a new life and a job. A lot of these organizations promise work in factories and legit jobs, only to turnaround and move the women into sex work without their consent. That’s how they operate,” she says. “And you can bet that these women and young girls aren’t being housed at the Ritz. When we intercepted the bus across the state lines, we took the girls and handed the majority over to the authorities. The cops in Saddle know what we’re doing to a degree, but when they and the Texas Task Force do jack shit, you have to take matters into your own hands.”
“How did you get into doing all of this?” This woman and her MC are amazing. I have full admiration for every single one of them.
She looks down at her hands and then takes a breath. “I was trafficked a long time ago.”
My pulse races at her words. “I’m sorry.”
“In fact, every woman in the MC has been either trafficked, abused, assaulted, mistreated, beaten, you name it. We’re not a bunch of battered women standing around hugging one another, but we get shit done. I wanted to make a difference. I never wanted to be another statistic. So I decided to do something about it. I also love motorcycles and riding, so the connection between the two just made sense.”
“That’s amazing.” It’s a lot to take in, but without these women, my sister would’ve been fed to the wolves. “I admire what you’ve done so much, and not just because you have my sister.”
“When we realized Tilly couldn’t tell us exactly who she was, we knew she was in trouble. Memories are coming back, but maybe the trauma is stopping her from really remembering. The doc said there was no permanent damage, that her memory should come back in time.”
I swallow hard. “When you got her out of that bus, how was she?”
She knows what I’m asking.
“Scared. Terrified. Foggy. She’d been resistant in transport, and one of the guards hit her in the back of the head with the butt of his gun repeatedly, the other girls told me. She was out cold for a while, hauled her onto the bus like that, bleeding and still handcuffed. I don’t know if she was sexually assaulted, and she can’t remember if she was forced into sex work before being transported.” She looks grim. “That’s the risk with amnesia; these memories will come flooding back.”
I blink back tears. “That’s barbaric. These monsters have no conscience. I wish I could dig them up and kill them all over again.”
