Page 66 of Royal Sons MC

"What do you think?" the one named Keys' deep laugh sounded loud over the now quiet room's speaker system.

Ayesha shook her hands out. "I need to wash my hands," she said, looking at the floor.

Duke ruffled her hair, pointing to the back hallway. "Right that way."

"I'm sorry. I sort of lost it." She nodded toward the floor, where Mack was sitting, her hands resting on her upraised knees.

"Nah, she deserved that whoopin'. Go get cleaned up, Rocky. I need to talk to this one."

She walked toward the way he'd pointed, not even bothering to inch away from Mack. "I don't fucking understand what happened."

"I do. You were tested, and you passed." Came from the speakers.

She looked toward the ceiling. "What are you, like Charlie from the Angels movie?"

"Hell no, he was a fat old dude." Came the reply.

"Well, how do I know you're not too? And if there are cameras in the bathroom, I swear to all that's holy, I'll hunt you down and cut off your balls if you watch me pee." She shook her fist upward, wincing at the pain from her busted knuckles.

"Duly noted, Rocky. However, I can assure you, you cutting my nuts off would be the least of my worries if I watched you go pee in the potty," Keys said.

Ayesha found the door marked ladies. "You're a strange one, Mr. Keys."

Laughter followed her inside, but she blocked it out. Her sister was safe. King had done what he'd said he would, and now they were on their way back. She looked at herself in the mirror while washing her hands, not recognizing the person staring back at her. Yes, the same dark hair and eyes were there, but the girl looking at her wasn't the one who'd been going through the motions of living. No, this one looked like she was excited about the future. "Don't get too excited, girl," Ayesha warned herself. King wasn't a guy you settled down with and had two point-five babies.

"Yeah, like the last guy I married had been," she muttered, shutting off the water more forcefully than necessary. Her ex's family were some of the vilest human beings she'd ever had the displeasure of meeting. She was sure if Carlos had survived, they probably would've divorced by now. He didn't have a backbone and would've eventually caved to his family's demands. The last was a hard truth that had taken his death for her to admit to.

Chapter Seven

King sat back in thepassenger seat. His eyes squinted closed while Coal drove. There was one thing to be said for the man; he was a terrific driver. Every once in a while, he looked back to check on the young girl they'd rescued, happy to see she'd fallen asleep. From what he could tell, she appeared relatively unscathed from her ordeal. Whether she'd been raped or if she'd been with any of the fucks, was unknown.

He pulled out his phone, typing a quick text to Duke. The realization he needed to know how Ayesha was fairing in his absence had him gripping the phone tighter. "Fuck," he swore, making Coal look his way.

"What's up, Prez?" Coal asked.

He looked in the back again, ensuring his outburst hadn't woken the girl. "Nothing. You notice any tails?" He'd been looking out the side mirror but hadn't seen any that he could pinpoint. However, on such a busy freeway, it was hard to say for sure, but since they'd taken an offramp, and did a couple crazy ass loops, backtracking, he was sure they weren't followed.

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