He glanced up at Lila, and saw she had her hands clasped together in front of her chest. “I feel like I might break her.”
Lila shook her head. “No, you’re doing really good, big brother.”
He looked down at the baby again, and in a deep, but low voice he said, “I found Bunny.” It felt like the room stilled, like the pressure intensified. He set Faye in the center of the bed, and gently ran his fingers over her arm and down to her hand. She curled her fingers around one of his.
“Is she okay?”
He nodded and looked back at Lila. “I found her at her old man’s house.”
Lila knitted her brows. “I didn’t know she was staying there. The few times we spoke she never told me.”
“Well, she was there, and I brought her back here. She’s staying in my room down the hall.” Yeah, he’d set Bunny up in his room at the MC, because the truth was he wanted her around his things, and liked the fact she’d be sleeping in his bed, smelling like him, being safe.
“She’s here?” Lila asked, sounding stunned.
He nodded once. “She didn’t put up a fight, not really. I think she’s even more distant than she was all those years ago, Lila. I think the time that’s passed has fucked with her, isolated her.”
Lila nodded, the sorrow on her face, coming from her, intense. “I have to see her, Tank.”
“Yeah, I figured as much.”
“I’ll bring Faye. I think seeing the baby might make her feel better, too.”
He nodded and stood. “I’ll take you to see her.” He went to move past his sister, but she reached out and grabbed his arm. Tank looked over at her, seeing the sincerity in her face.
“I want to say thank you again for helping us, for going and getting Bunny. I know things were hard for you guys back in the day, but you’ve always been the most incredible person to us.”
He pulled Lila in for a hug, rested his chin on top of her head, and just stood there for several moments. “You don’t ever have to thank me for looking after you. I’ll always be there for you, Faye, and Bunny. There isn’t anyone that I’d let come between us, no matter what has happened or how much time has passed.”
“I know, but—”
“There isn’t anything else that needs to be said, especially since I know you’re going to try and blame yourself for this.” He pulled back and looked down at his sister. “You’re my family, my blood, Lila, and no matter what I will take care of you.”
She smiled, and he leaned down and kissed her on top of the head. “Let’s go see Bunny.”
She went and picked up Faye, wrapped her in a blanket, and when they left the room he kept her and the baby close to him. He trusted all of the men in the club, but they were drunk and partied hard, and he wanted to make sure his sister and niece were protected, even if it was from him. Once at his bedroom he knocked on the door, and a second later it was pulled open. Bunny stood on the other side, looking like she’d been crying. Everything in him wanted to pull her in for a hug, but he refrained, knowing she needed time. He couldn’t go declaring what he wanted with her when she’d just come back into his life, and especially because of this fucked up situation.
“Bunny,” Lila said, her voice choked up, her tears already falling. The two women embraced, and she saw Bunny was looking at Faye.
“Lila, you have a baby,” Bunny said, smiling and crying. Both women laughed softly, and Bunny moved to the side to let them in. But Tank stayed back, leaning against the doorframe and watching the women he cared about so fucking much reconnect with each other. He knew they needed this, that with everything going on they were being pulled to the very last thread. But they were also strong, and he knew that they could get through anything.
Chapter Eight
They’d left the shitty house of Bunny—one of Lila’s friends, her only friend, as it were. But the house had been empty, the bitch gone, which was a shame seeing as he’d wanted a little fun with her. But they’d trashed the house, burned that fucker to the ground, sending a message that he knew would get back to whoever was holding Lila up. She couldn’t have gone too far, and when he found her he’d make sure she paid with blood and flesh. He’d make sure the bitch got what was coming to her.
“You seen this girl?” Spike held up the picture of Lila, trying to rein in his anger as the man looked at the image of his girl, the bitch that fucking ran off with his kid. Granted, he hadn’t wanted the screaming brat to begin with, but Lila shouldn’t have fucking left. Running did nothing but have the need to track and hunt her down rise up in him like an evil motherfucker. He’d make her see, in any way he saw fit, that she was his. He’d beat the shit out of her for doing this to him, for making him look like a motherfucker in front of his crew.