He said something to make Dominic laugh while Micah’s eyes glimmered with amusement, and I slowed my movements to take them in.
There was something about the scene that made me want to take it all in.
Things weren’t exactly quiet right now. Julien Levine, our biggest client, was keeping the club busy, but right now, at this moment, things didn’t seem to be so bad.
Micah turned suddenly, his eyes landing on mine. He probably knew I was here as soon as I stepped foot in the door.
Our childhood had taught us to always be aware of our surroundings, and once we ran away from home, that awareness became even more necessary.
He had been the one I depended on for everything.
I was fifteen at the time, old enough to care for myself but young enough not to know how.
On the other hand, Micah was seventeen, on the cusp of his eighteenth birthday, and he had to work to ensure we stayed safe on the street.
He had been young, and I was sure he didn’t know what he was doing most of the time, but to my teenage self, Micah seemed capable of anything.
He had been steady and sure my whole life.
He had been my rock, and it wasn’t until I got a little older that I realized my brother must have been scared shitless the entire time. He was just good at keeping it hidden from me.
We had the same crappy childhood, but I definitely got the better end of the stick.
We had come a long way from those two lost boys, huddled together inside a cardboard box on the street, trying to keep the nightmare of killing our father at bay.
He had once been my everything.
My entire world.
Now, I was straying away from him, wanting my entire world to be this small girl, who held what was left of my heart in the palm of her hands.
I nodded my head at Micah, and he indicated to the chair next to him.
I sat down and looked over at Kai.
“What are you having?” he asked.
I smiled. “Is your father not paying you enough? I know having just joined the club, you’re not seeing any of the profit, but you’d think your old man would have given you a pretty little reward for breaking into the mayor’s office.”
“His reward is his club cut. That should be enough for anyone,” Dominic chimed in.
I looked over at Kai and winked. He grinned.
“That’s a shame. A piece of fabric?”
Dominic reached over and punched me in the arm. “Then give yours back.”
I laughed. “You touch it, and president or not, I will kick your ass.”
I fucking earned my cut, and I wasn’t giving it up for all the money in the world.
He shook his head, though his mouth twitched slightly just before he took a sip of his beer.
His face turned serious before he asked, “Have you thought about what you’re going to do with the flash drive?”
I nodded, knowing Ryleigh wasn’t going to like my decision. But I couldn’t just sit on the information and not do anything with it.
This shit was worth something, and those bastards deserved to pay.
