Page 14 of Property of BamBam
I set a debit card and checkbook on the top of the dresser, then watch her eyes widen when she sees what I’ve done. “What’s that?” she asks.
“Pokey opened a checking account for you.”
“But how? I mean, I still have the cash I took that day. Where did it come from?”
I snicker then say, “Let’s just say that Pokey has his ways and leave it at that. Did you want to hold onto the cash or put it in the bank?”
“Um, I should probably hold onto it in case I need it here for some reason,” she replies.
“You already have money on your account here, Livy, but that’s not a bad idea in case they take y’all anywhere and you see something you want to buy.”
“Then that’s what I’ll do,” she asserts.
Holding out Theo, I tell her, “I’m going to relinquish little man to his mama then and get out of your hair.”
The giggle she emits has me grinning. I can almost see her personality peeking through and can’t wait until she grows more confident in herself. “Thanks, BamBam.”
“When you’re allowed visitors, I’d like to come see y’all,” I brusquely admit. “Will you make sure you put my name on the visitor’s list?”
“Um, sure,” she replies. “I just… I don’t want to interfere with your life, though, and upset a girlfriend or anything.”
“Don’t have a woman or ol’ lady,” I retort. “But everyone can use a friend and I’d like to think we’re that if nothing else.”
“We are,” she murmurs, cuddling Theo close. Kissing his head, I watch as she seems to settle into her new environment a little bit more.
“Then I’ll see you soon, Pixie,” I promise as I leave her suite. “You’ve got a lot to do with settling in here.”
With the truck back at the ranch, I go in search of Rio. “She’s settling in, Pres,” I tell him. “Gonna go for a ride, clear my head.”
“Take a few brothers with you, BamBam,” he instructs.
Since it’s never a hardship to ride with my brothers, I merely nod then head out to where my bike has been sitting. “Sorry for neglecting you, girl. But I have a sneaky suspicion that she’s going to do more than upend my life.”
Because ever since I spotted her at that tree line, my head’s been all over the place. I could probably do with some therapy of my own, but instead, I’ll keep pushing forward with my wind therapy. With her safe and secure at Hope House, I have a few things to take care of that I’ve let slide a bit.
Once several other brothers emerge, I swing my leg over the saddle and slip my helmet on, eager to feel the wind in my face. “Let’s ride, brothers,” Abyss says, twirling his hand in the air.
Unsurprisingly, all of my brothers are here, and I grin, knowing that we’ll probably ride until we get hungry, stop and eat, then come back home. When I see Issy behind Rio, I know that’s what the plan is going to be.
One of the best things about living in Texas is how far you can ride and still be in the state. It’s also one of the worst things, especially when hauling the horses for a rodeo event. Still, having my knees in the breeze while surrounded by my brothers,who I’ve fought and bled beside is unlike anything else in the world.
As we back our bikes into our spots, I look at Issy and say, “Thinking I want to ride tomorrow, too.”
She grins and says, “Got the perfect horse who needs your magic touch, BamBam.”
My dad was what many would call a horse whisperer. Didn’t matter the horse’s age or temperament, Dad was able to train them. I think it’s one of the reasons why Paps asked him to prospect for the club; he saw something that would ultimately benefit the Kings. I’ve apparently inherited the same ability and am equally at home on the back of a horse as I am on my bike.
“I’ll come down after breakfast then,” I tell her.
“Not too early, fucker,” Rio growls. “We might have a working ranch, but that’s why we haveranch hands, so the big boss doesn’t have to get up at the asscrack of dawn.”
“Wasn’t asking you to, Pres,” I tease. “I was telling your ol’ lady I’d be there at that time.”
“Who do you think she wakes up when she gets up, asshole?” he retorts, flipping me off.
“Apparently you,” I reply, shrugging. “Sucks to be you, Pres, not sure what you want me to say here.”
Issy is doubled over laughing at this point as Rio and I trade barbs back and forth. “Rafe, stop. You know I have a hard time sleeping past seven.”
