Page 39 of Double the Redemption

Savage flipped him off. “I’m still going to talk to Glitch about giving her the damn thing in the first place. At least she put a silencer on it so she didn’t wake the entire fucking club.”

“Glitch is going to ignore you. She probably already has another one ready for her.” Fury huffed. Then he smirked at Savage. “And just think, now you have another story to add to your collection to tell Royal about why people keep shooting at you.”

Savage glared at him.

“Look, we need to figure out a way to make her feel safer,” Rogue said, bringing the conversation back to the problem at hand. “So how are we going to do that?”

“Move her into the clubhouse?” Fury suggested. “Then she’s surrounded by everyone. Here, she’s alone unless someone is outside watching over the place.”

“You really think she’s going to want to be that close to any of us after this?” Ink muttered. He ran a hand through his hair.

“Move her in with Rogue and the girls,” Ice suggested. “Then she has help.”

“No,” Ink bit out. They all looked at him, brows arched. “She already mentioned that Rogue cut down Kayla in front of everyone, so she’s not going to trust that.”

They all groaned.

“Then we don’t do shit until she’s talked to Scarlett and the Devil’s Predators get here to talk some sense into her,” Rogue griped. “How the fuck are we going to convince her to trust us? She’s made up her mind, and women don’t just change those.”

“You’d know.” Ice chuckled. “You’ve got three of them to deal with.”

“Could be four or five if he and Scarlett have a couple more,” Fury agreed.

Rogue ignored them, looking back down the hall toward the murmuring voices. Ink didn’t miss the hungry look in Rogue’s eyes. He had a feeling that wasn’t an unpleasant idea for him.

“What if we move them out of this place and into another one? We have other places on the grounds we can put them,” Savage suggested.

“All the other places aren’t fit for kids, brother,” Fury argued. “There’s only one that might work, and Ink was using it for storage for some of his artwork and stuff.” He glanced back. “You still have shit all through there?”

Ink perked up at that. He had forgotten about that space. Hell, he hadn’t been in there for months. “I might, but I can pull it out. If she’s willing to stay there, I’ll get it fixed up for her.” It was the least he could do after all this shit.

“But it’s also farther from the clubhouse,” Rogue pointed out, frowning. “We’ll need patrols or someone to watch over it. Here, we can keep an eye on them.”

“The only way we’re going to convince her that she’s safe is if she has someone with her at all times.” Ink sighed.

“Then we’ll do a rotation until she does.” Savage gave a curt nod, as if that settled it. Ink didn’t have the heart to tell him she wasn’t going to be on board with any of them staying here, especially him.

“Hey, Ink,” Scarlett called, drawing his attention. He turned to her beckoning him down. He headed her way, ignoring Rogue’s scowl. “She fell asleep,” Scarlett whispered. “She’s worn out, and Asher is still asleep too. Should we leave her in there?”

Ink moved past her, peering into the closet. She held Asher close, her head slumped against the wall, her breathing low and even. He wanted to yank her out, to promise he’d fix this, but the smarter part of him prevailed. Easing back, he murmured, “Leave them there. If we try to pull them out, she’ll get upset and so will Asher.”

Scarlett nodded, worrying her lip between her teeth. Rogue moved to stand beside her, hauling her into him, offering comfort.

“She’s really scared, Ink,” she whispered. “Mad too, but scared is overriding it. She’s convinced Kayla’s going to out her and that we won’t be able to protect her or Asher. Mostly Asher, though.”

“Did she say anything else?”

Scarlett shrugged. “Just that she’s going to talk to Simba and Taz when they get here.”

Ink wanted to groan, but he held back. “Thanks, Scarlett. I’ll try to talk to her again when she wakes.”

“I don’t know if she’ll listen to you, Ink,” she warned, her expression grave. “She’s not buying that you and Kayla weren’t a thing.”

Yeah, he should have fucking gotten rid of her the first time she started hinting, but he wasn’t thinking with the correct head. Damn it.

“I’ll fix this,” he vowed. He wouldn’t allow any other option.

He’d prove to Naomi she could trust them, trust him, and that leaving wouldn’t solve her problems. It’d only make her more vulnerable.