A chain drags across the damp concrete.
“We’re not here to hurt you,” I state softly.
Savior holds a flashlight in his hand, casting the beam of soft light across the room.
Dirty feet scurry backward as it lands on them.
I approach slowly, picking up on their terrified, harsh breathing the closer I get.“My name is Pope.I’m part of the Saint’s Outlaws motorcycle club.We’re looking for my ol’ lady and kids, and we received word that the man who brought you here has them.Her name is Birdie.My son and daughter are Legend and Lovelyn.”
“Birdie,” the feminine voice whispers.
The chains rattle as they move.
“Valkyrie.”
Another whisper, this one closer.
“Cian.”
I freeze as I realize this stranger is rattling off names that are as familiar to me as my own.“Who are you?”I ask harshly, no longer willing to be soft.
“Sisters.”
Another step, another whisper.
“Brother.”
This time, my heart races for a different reason.
Holy shit.
No fucking way.
Is this the kid Piston was looking for before he died?
She finally steps into the beam of Savior’s light, and we both suck in a sharp breath at her appearance.
Even with her gaunt frame, she’s a fucking replica of Cyanide.If it wasn’t for her being years younger than all of them, I’d swear they were twins.
Except for her green and honey eyes.
Those are Birdie’s, and it causes my chest to ache just looking into them.
“What the fuck?”Cyanide snarls, sending the woman scurrying away again.
Savior shines his light on her again, and Cyanide sucks in a sharp breath.
“It’s you,” he whispers.
The woman tilts her head, studying him.“Cian?”
His body jerks as she says his name.He nods warily, and the woman bursts into heaving sobs.
Motherfucking family reunion indeed.
“Get her the hell out of these,” Cyanide chokes out.
Butcher and Manic go to work while he watches helplessly.
