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I snorted. “And you think the connection with your brother will make them like you or hang with you? I’m Texas’s sister, but we have our own little cliques. We both belong to the club and have been around since we were younger. You’re in a place full of love and care. You belong here as much as Tech does.”
I moved along to another part when she quietly said, “You said you’ve been around the club since you were younger. Not from birth?”
I shook my head. “Nah. Mum and Dad aren’t our birth parents. Which I’m sure you’ve worked out since we look nothing alike.”
She smirked. “I didn’t want to presume.”
“Fair enough. Dodge is our bio uncle. He took us in when I was seven and Texas was fourteen. Our mum passed away in a car accident.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
I gave her a tight smile and shook my head. “Believe me, Texas and I were better off with Uncle Trey. Huh, I haven’t called him that in ages. When I was young, I asked if I could call him Dad and Low Mum, and they quickly agreed. We’re their kids always and forever.” Laughing lightly, I rolled my eyes. “Sorry, I got off track. Anyway, our bio mother didn’t like us. Told us all the time. Screamed and ranted and pushed us. I knew Dad was the best kind of guy out there because he didn’t even know us and yet he was willing to take care of us. He and Mum made it official soon after Dad brought us home.”
When I met Eve’s gaze in the mirror, her gaze was hard and her jaw clenched.
“Did I fuck up? Sorry if I said too much. I—” I snapped my lips closed and winced before I went back to finishing the final lower section.
“It’s not you, Rommy.”
I liked when she said my name.
“Parents?” I asked. “Not that you have to tell me. You hardly know me, and I get if?—”
“Rommy.” She laughed. “Breathe.”
I took in a deep breath. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise.” She sighed. “I just… I don’t talk to anyone about it.”
“No problem, babe. I’m going to start on the top part now.” I undid her hair and then broke the strands into parts again before starting on the left.
Man, her hair was going to look amazing.
I bet Quake would… quake in his jeans. Ha-ha.
“Tech and I left the house to live on the streets,” she said softly.
I didn’t meet her gaze in the mirror in case she felt uncomfortable. Instead, I hummed and kept working on her hair.
She drew in a shuddering breath. “The streets were hell, but home life had been worse.”
“Sucks when the ones who bring you into the world are the ones who treat you like crap.”
“They hated each other and us just as much. Maybe they would have been… less toxic if they separated, but they didn’t. They stayed together either high or drunk and cheated on each other. They were never shy about it either. Tech and I went without a lot. And their mood swings when they couldn’t get high….” She shook her head. “The final straw was when the bitch wanted to get me high and pimp me out at sixteen.”
I stilled, only moving my gaze up to see her hard one.
“Have they been taken care of?” I asked, my own voice like steel.
Her gaze widened. “What do you mean?”
I turned her in the chair around to face me and started at her hairline. “I presumed your club was like mine when it comes to dealing with our own situations. Like when Channa got noticed by some bad men after she helped my brother in a bad situation, so the club made sure she was protected. Turns out she’s now married to a brother. Or when a club girl had to go home to see her father before he passed away, but the club knew she didn’t like her home life, so a brother went with her. Ended up that brother now lives with the club girl’s brother, and the club girl is an old lady to another brother. Huh, this probably sounds really confusing. Sorry. I’m getting to a point.” I took a breath. “Then I heard about other times when people got kidnapped and the club rode in to rescue them while taking the law into their own hands and dealing out any punishment they saw fit.” I sliced a thumb over my neck and dropped my head to the side while gagging. When I straightened, I finished the last spot at the hairline before I pinched her chin and drew her gaze up. “Have they been taken care of?” I asked again.
“No. We haven’t seen them or wanted anything to do with them since the day we left.”
“They’re still breathing then.”
She licked her dry lips and nodded.
