“That man is evil,” she shuddered as she held her sister. “Does he do that to you a lot? The cage?”
“Cage?” Bash asked as his eyes darted to mine and back to the road.
“Um, yeah. It’s kind of his go-to punishment. Could be worse I guess,” I shrugged.
Bash slammed his fists on the steering wheel, making Mia and Zoey jump. “That motherfucker is going down if it’s the last damn thing I do.”
Silence blanketed us as we drove through Castle Grove to the Sinners’ clubhouse. I didn’t want to pester the girls with questions, because they were likely overwhelmed with everything that happened to them since Dad plucked them off the streets of Vegas.
We got to the clubhouse and Bash led us inside the main room. It was clean and looked more like a fancy bar than a place where bikers congregated. Old rock music crooned from the jukebox in the corner, and a bunch of eyes shot to us as we went up to the bar.
“I already called Eli. He’s got a room ready,” Bash informed us as he handed Mia and Zoey bottles of water.
“I know this is a little weird, but you guys are safe now,” I reassured them again.
The bikers had gone back to ignoring us, which I was grateful for. I assumed Eli explained the situation to them otherwise they would have guns drawn on us.
“Emmy, isn’t it past your bedtime?” Bash asked as a girl with auburn hair approached us. She was beautiful and rolled her sea green eyes at the comment. “This is Emilia–Eli’s kid.”
“Hey,” she smiled for a fraction of a second, giving me major side-eye. “I’m supposed to show them their room.”
Okay, then.
Mia hugged me and I froze for a moment before she pulled away. “Thank you. For everything.”
I nodded as Emilia led the twins down the hall to the bedrooms. I’d check in on them in the morning once they had some time to relax and decompress.
I looked at Bash but his eyes were glued to Emilia as she walked away.
Now the side-eye made more sense.
“Looks like I have some competition,” I teased.
He looked at me quickly and laughed. “Please, little Emmy? She’s jailbait.”
“You like her.”
“She’s my Prez’s daughter. I kinda have to like her,” he said as he handed me a beer.
I twisted the top and took a swig, hopping on a barstool. “She’s your Prez’s daughter so you definitelyshouldn’tlike her. But you do. Have you fucked her yet?”
“Jesus, Dani,” Bash said as some beer flew from his lips. I laughed as he scoffed. “No, I haven’t fucked her and don’t plan to. She’s too young.”
“How young?”
“Eighteen.”
“And you’re twenty-four. So what? She’s legal and she obviously likes you if the daggers she shot my way were any indication.”
“Just drink your beer and stop trying to get me into trouble,” Bash said as he smiled. “Do you wanna stay here tonight?”
“You don’t mind?”
“We have plenty of rooms. I think a night away from your asshole father might do you good.”
If only he knew what my asshole father had made me endure this weekend.
“That sounds like a good idea,” Eli said, emerging from the hallway with Rand following closely behind him. “We can start fresh in the morning. Maybe Dante will be more trusting of you now that he thinks you and Bash are getting closer.”