Page 53 of Bayou Knights
“Before I became enemy number one, I used to help out up here. I know the horses and how to take care of them. Someone has since I’ve been gone and is still taking care of them. His name is James, he’s a friend of the family. Getting older so she’ll want to look into hiring new hands,” Sawyer shocks the hell out of me.
“How come he didn’t do anything when all that went down?” Rip asks.
I’m kind of wondering the same thing.
“He didn’t think anything of it because he knew Plum’s mother. The stables are set back a ways and he lives above them. He didn’t hear anything, and he was always out of sight. I’m sure if he knew something was wrong, he would have called the cops. At one time, I thought about letting him know but again I wanted to live,” Sawyer says and while he’s still an asshole for what he did, I can understand wanting to live.
“How many acres does she own?” Capone asks as we hear more bikes coming up the drive.
“I think at the time dad died, 500,” Dixon scratches his chin, “I’ll have to find the deed and get back to you.”
“Just curious,” I shrug. Though in my brain I’m screaming about how that’s a lot.
Our attention turns to the door when there’s a knock.
I yank open the door to the club standing in the front yard and on the porch, even Zion.
“What the fuck?” I exclaim.
“Figured we all needed a vacation,” Zoe pushes her way through the door. Lyra follows, Trick on her heels.
“Hey, Plum is sleeping, outside and keep it down,” Capone growls as everyone does as he asks. I stop Zion before he reaches the kitchen.
“What the fuck?” I stare him down, hoping his answer is the right one, the one where he says he made a mistake.
“Is it okay if I pulled my head out of my ass?” He, at least, looks sorry.
“That’s up to her. But just know that she’s hurting, physically and mentally. She feels comfortable with us and we’re not letting her go,” I state, point blank.
“What if I can’t share?”
“Then you have to figure that out before either of you get hurt. I love you brother, and I don’t want to see you hurt,” I tell him.
“Can I go see her?”
“Down the hall,” I point and then let him have his moment. Not sure what is going to come of it.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Plum
I open my eyes when I hear soft music outside. The guys are probably grilling out. I sit up as the door opens, expecting York or Greer.
“Hey,” Zion peeks his head in and my heart leaps, but for some reason, it doesn’t feel like it did before.
“Hey,” I sit up straighter as he enters the room, leaving the door still open.
“How are you feeling?”
“Sore, tired, but better,” I admit.
“I’m sorry about all of this,” he replies sadly.
“Is this the end?”
“I can’t share, and I don’t want to hurt you,” he says.
“I get it. You have some big responsibilities. I know we haven’t known each other long, but thank you for everything.”
