Page 35 of Brick's Redemption

I dialed my mother’s number, frustrated when it rang about six times before going to voice mail. “She’s not answering.”

“Try Trig.”

I couldn’t get ahold of him either—more voice mail. I left a message asking him to call me back. Brick had given me a burner phone weeks ago, and that was how I kept in contact with my mom and uncle. They always answered.

“Something feels weird,” I confessed, picking at my steak.

“You know, I feel it too.” Brick picked up his phone and dialed a number. I heard who it was when voicemail confirmed it was Judge. He tried a second time without success. “Fuck.”

“What if they’re all being attacked right now?” I asked, trying not to panic. “I can’t lose my mom and uncle the way I lost my dad.”

“I know, baby.” Brick shoved to his feet. “We can’t think the worst. That won’t help either of us. We’re too fucking far away to be any help.”

“Not if we ask Big Mike to send help. He could ride to Vegas with us.”

Brick seemed to be considering the option. “Still leaves you vulnerable.”

“I can handle myself.”

“Ginny, this is serious. There’s already a hit on you. If you’re seen, you die.” He rolled his shoulders and popped his neck, growing agitated. “Not a fucking option.”

“We’re not going anywhere.” Me and the baby belonged with Brick. “But the people we both love and care about could need us right now. We can’t be this far from Vegas.”

“I won’t take you on a ride that long. It’s too risky.”

I wasn’t debating that. “Does Mike have another vehicle?”

“His police cruiser.” Brick’s lips twitched. “I’d take it, but that still places you in a vulnerable position. No risks.”

Ugh. “I need to see my mom.” She didn’t even know I was pregnant yet. I waited to tell her because I wanted to deliver that news in person.

“Ginny.”

“Please, Brick. Call Mike. Ask him to come with us.”

“Fuck, baby. Don’t look at me like that.”

I moved closer, sliding my palms up his chest before looping my arms around his neck. “Please. We need to know that our friends and family are safe.”

His lips brushed mine. The kiss was sweet and tender, but I could feel his inner turmoil.

“You’ll be with me every moment.”

“Fine. My rules. You fucking listen and obey me, Ginny. I mean it.”

“I know.” I kissed him back. “I will.”

“I’m not taking you to the clubhouse or your mom’s. I’ll make arrangements for you to meet at a safe location. She can come to you with a club member for an escort.”

“What about Uncle Trig?”

Brick snorted. “He can take care of himself.”

Yeah, I knew that already. My grandfather had been a tough man, and he raised Trig and Hesh to be men who could defend their families, honor, and the club. Trig never joined the Desert Titans, but he was welcome among them. Brick revealed that information weeks ago around the holidays.

“Thank you. This means a lot to me, Brick.”

“I know, Babygirl. That’s the only reason I’m working it out.”

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