Page 15 of Brick's Redemption

Hesh’s bloodline. A connection I cherished as much as Ginny.

I watched Ginny sleep, sinking into the chair beside the bed we shared. For the first time in years, in truth, probably ever, I wanted a future with a woman I loved. I cared about this child we created together, and she needed to know I was all in. Nothing would keep me from being a part of this kid’s life.

My ma was going to be fucking ecstatic when she found out. A part of me wanted to bring her here for protection, but the club had taken on that role, and I needed to trust Judge. He promised she’d never be alone. So far, he kept his word.

I needed to call her soon.

It wasn’t long after that Dagger appeared in the doorway, ticking his chin toward the hall. He wanted to talk.

I pushed off the chair and stood, leaving the room and quietly shutting the door. Ginny wouldn’t be disturbed.

“Something happen?”

Dagger slid his hand over his dark beard and sighed. “We got a problem.”

Fuck. I knew it. “Well, fucking tell me already.”

“Crimson Skulls were spotted in Crescent City.”

“When?”

“This morning.” He folded his arms across his chest. “About the same time that you went to the store.”

“You fucking kidding me?”

“Does it look like I am?”

I sized him up. “What the fuck’s got your panties twisted?”

“Don’t fucking know.” He rolled his shoulders and growled. “Fucking restless, maybe.”

No shit.

“Get out of here for a bit.”

“Can’t do that. Judge will have my ass if I’m spotted.”

“Take the SUV. It’s got tinted windows. Go take a drive.”

He perked up a bit, losing the cagey expression. “Yeah?”

“Go. I’ve got it covered here. Keep your cell close.”

“Will do.”

“STILL QUIET?” I ASKEDDagger as I stepped onto the porch of the safe house, taking a sip of my coffee.

“Yep. Not heard or seen a thing. No one comes down this dirt road often,” he reminded me, flicking ash from the end of his smoke.

“That’s why Judge put us here.”

“Yeah.” His chin ticked toward the house. “She speaking to you yet?”

Not really. After her nap, we fixed a simple dinner together last night. She made polite conversation but held herself back from me. I fucking hated it.

You’d think Ginny would be grateful for me bringing her here after we were nearly run off the road. A black truck rolled up fast and crashed into us, but not before scaring Ginny. That was six weeks ago. Christmas Eve, to be exact. Since then, I’d done everything I could to ensure she’d remain safe.

“Judging by that growl of yours, I’d say no,” he chuckled.

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