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Page 65 of Bound By Blood Anthology

We walkinto what looks like a high school cafeteria, without the lunch ladies, just tables with a single inmate sitting at each one. I see him before he even looks up. Evan’s fingers against my lower back flex when my spine straightens at the sight of Humble.

I want to run up to him. I want to throw my arms around him and hug him. I didn’t realize how much I missed my brother until this moment. My feet move faster as I head toward him. He stands when I’m directly in front of his table.

Slowly, Humble rises to his feet and wraps his arms around me in a hug. Closing my eyes, I lift my arms and do the same. He releases me, extending his hand to shake Evan’s. We don’t say anything while we take our seats, knowing that we can’t dawdle on our greetings.

Humble’s eyes find mine, and he gives me a grin. “So, this shit finally happened, huh?” he asks.

“It did,” I say in a whisper. At the same time, Evan chuckles.

Sliding my tongue along my bottom lip, I look into his eyes. “Are you okay?” I ignore his observation about me and Evan.

He already knows we’re together. Both Evan and I have told him as much. Maybe it’s just sinking in since he’s seeing it, but I want to know that he’s okay. Humble looks down at the table before he slowly lifts his gaze to meet mine.

“I’m okay, Spencer. I swear. I’m okay.”

I want to believe him, but I can see the way his eyes look. Not on the surface, of course, but behind them, looking deeply into them, I can see that they’re haunted. It’s not simply because he’s here. It’s because of what’s happening to him here.

I won’t embarrass him, though. There’s no point to it. He has far too much pride in admitting anything could ever be wrong. He is the strong man, the big brother, he is the Dark Horse MC.

“So you’re staying?” he changes the subject.

“I’ve moved in with Evan,” I confess.

He dips his chin and holds my gaze. “I’m glad you’re home,” he whispers. “And for what it’s worth, even if I have to beat his ass when I get out, I approve of this. The two of you.”

I laugh softly at the same time Evan chuckles. We talk for thirty minutes, chatting about my apartment in Austin and how we’re going to go get everything next week. He also asks me about my car and if I can even charge it in Pineville, obviously feeling the same disgust for it as Evan and the rest of the guys do.

When I know it’s time for me to make myself scarce, I dip my chin in a slight nod, then I stand and tell them I’m going to go to the vending machine. I don’t know what they’re going to talk about, but it’s clear they need a moment.

I hover around the vending machines for about twenty minutes before I make my way back to them with nothing buta single water in hand. After I sit down on the bench, we talk for another couple of moments. Humble asks me a few more questions about my move and my lease—very big brother stuff, which makes me smile.

Our time is up not long after that, and I have to leave him. When I give Humble a hug, he murmurs against my ear.

“I love you, Spencer. I really am glad you’re back.”

Taking a step back, I give him my brightest smile. I can’t believe that our time is already up. I could stay here all day and talk about absolutely nothing with him. I didn’t realize how much I truly missed my brother.

“I’m glad to be back, too, and I’ll see you next time.”

I try to keep from crying, and Humble clears his throat before he shakes Evan’s hand. I watch as he turns away from us and walks over to the guards with the rest of the prisoners. We leave, mainly because I can’t stomach watching him walk back into that place.

Once we’re outside, I suck in a deep breath, feeling the air hit my lungs, and I almost burst into tears because my brother can’t have this. He’s not breathing free air this way. Every single breath he takes is completely tainted by that place.

“Spencer,” Evan calls out from behind me.

I spin around to face him, giving him a smile. It’s sad. I know it is because I’m sad. Evan wraps his fingers around the side of my throat before he leans forward and touches his lips to my mouth.

“I’m proud of you, Spencer.”

Sliding my tongue across his bottom lip, I pull back slightly to look into his eyes. “I didn’t do anything to be proud of,” I whisper.

He grins. “Yeah, you did. You went in there, and that is a feat in itself, beautiful. You made your brother smile. And you notonly gave him a sense of happiness but also peace. You lifted his spirits a lot higher than I could have ever done.”

“Why are you so good to me?” I ask.

He laughs softly. “You, of all people, know that I’m not. But fuck me, I’m going to try to make you happy every day until the day I fucking die.”

“You’re doing a damn good job,” I exhale.


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