She huffed. “Great. Biker babysitters and biker delivery service.” Then she gave me a wicked grin that never boded well. “Think they’ll deliveranythingI want?”
“I’m out. Any of them touches you, and they’re dead.”
She fell back on the bed again and raised her hand in a one-fingered wave as I laughed. Giving her a little privacy, I closed the door and headed out.
“Chains! Watch out for my sister!” I shouted over to him as I passed through.
“No problem,” he said as he looked up from his phone. That weird look was back on his face. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he looked guilty about something.
Oh well, not my business right now. That was for Venom to sort out.
“See you soon,” I said with a lift of my chin.
I met the brothers that were going as part of the team out by the SUV. Thank fuck the senior prospect was waiting with it running. It was cold as hell, and for about the thousandth time I told myself to consider moving further south.
“I hope it’s warmer down with Coy and Grem,” Ghost grumbled as he raced past me to dive into the warmth of the SUV.
“Personally, I think it’s perfect out,” said Phoenix with a shrug.
“You would,” Ghost muttered from inside the vehicle. “Hurry up and get in so we can close the damn doors.”
We all loaded up and set out for the airport. For most of the way we were lost in our own thoughts. “Grem picking us up at the airport?” Ghost asked, pulling me out of my dark thoughts concerning my father.
“Yeah. He and Hammy are supposed to be there when we land. I sent our flight info to Coy this morning.” It would be good to see them again. It had been a while. I’d never met Hammy, but Coy and his boys were always a blast. Course now that Coy was tied down, he may have mellowed. We’d see though.
The prospect pulled up out front and we unloaded. I gave him a firm handshake. “Thanks kid,” I said and he nodded before he climbed back in the SUV and waited for us to get safely inside. Ghost was already in the doors and waiting before I could sling my bag over my shoulder.
“Jesus fucking Christ, why do we live here?” he grumbled as I stepped through the sliding doors. I chuckled at his whining.
“Let’s get our asses moving before we miss our flight,” Phoenix said as he joined us. We all nodded and headed toward the security section. We weren’t checking bags, so it was an easy process.
Before we knew it, the plane was taxiing down the runway and we were lifting into the air.
“I fuckin’ hate flying,” Ghost grumbled.
“Jesus, do you like anything?” Phoenix asked in exasperation. Ghost grunted.
“We won’t discuss the things I like or don’t like right now. There’s too many ears around.” He gave a cheesy grin, and Phoenix rolled his eyes before he laid his seat back and closed his eyes.
Three big dudes crammed into those airline seats didn’t make for a super comfy flight. My legs were too long, shoulders too wide, making it impossible to get comfortable. I swore to myself, on the way home we were upgrading to first class.
I tried to nap, but my mind was spinning with too many thoughts. Worry about everything with my sister, anger with my father and his life choices, hatred for what he’d done to me, fury that he got away with killing our mother in his drunken rage, the job waiting for me in Kentucky; all of it kept my mind wound up.
Thankfully, it was only about a four-hour flight.
When we landed, Ghost was clutching the armrests for dear life, and I snickered quietly as he glared at me. Phoenix didn’t bother holding his laughter in either.
“You’re both assholes,” Ghost muttered as he nudged Phoenix to get up. Phoenix grabbed all our bags from the overhead compartment and tossed them to us. I shot off a text to Grem to let him know we’d landed. The time it took to get off the plane drove me crazy. I didn’t like feeling trapped.
The three of us garnered several second glances as we passed through the airport to the front doors where the Louisville brothers said they’d be waiting. Then again, it probably wasn’t every day that you saw three big motherfuckers tromping through the airport.
Ghost was the shortest of us at just six foot, but he was no tiny guy either.
“Angel, brother, how the hell are ya?” Grem said as we approached him and the giant beast I assumed was Hammy.
“I’m doin’ all right, brother,” I said as I gave him a backslapping hug. It was weird to see him without his cut and that bell he kept taped to it. Since we were traveling and they were caging it, none of us had our cuts on, which was probably for the best. We didn’t need to advertise our chapter was in the area.
Grem made introductions to each of us with Hammy, then we were on the road. Hammy let me sit up front with Grem and climbed his big ass in the back, sandwiching Ghost in the middle. For a few miles, we caught up. Then Grem glanced my way before returning his eyes to the road.