Bucking Tradition (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 5)

Chapter Twelve

Luna

“You hungry?”

I shook my head and kept my eyes on the TV.

“I was gonna make a sandwich.”

“Okay. I think Bristol brought a bunch of lunch meat. She put it in the drawer. I can make you one if you want.”

Bear chuckled and stepped in front of my view of the TV. He reached down and grabbed the remote.

“What are you doing?” I asked when he clicked off the TV.

Bear crossed his arms over his chest. “Wondering what the hell you are doing.”

I motioned to the TV he had just turned off. “I was trying to watch Young and the Restless, but you just turned it off. Chloe was going to have her baby today. She’s been in labor for the past two days.”

Bear chuckled. “You can catch it in reruns, doll.”

“Now you can tell me what you are doing,” she countered.

“Wondering where your sass went. You leave it at the café?”

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

That was a lie. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I knew as soon as Ransom walked into the café that I had fucked up by running this morning. After all, I hadn’t really found out anything, and now, I had pissed off Ransom and Bear.

“You just offered to make me a fucking sandwich, Luna. Pretty sure before this morning, you would have hurled the bread at me and told me to make my own.”

I shrugged. I might have done that.

Bear sat on the couch next to me and kicked up his feet on the coffee table. “You do know that you’re not a prisoner here, right? Everything you did today with Greta you could have asked me to do.”

I scoffed. “Like you would have agreed to take me to the girls so I could talk to them.”

“Why not?” Bear asked. “There must obviously be something you thought you could find out about them. I know this is hard for you to understand, but you’re not a cop, Luna. Ransom and I have been trained on how to get answers out of people. We get that these are all of your friends, but you can’t solve this on your own. Hell, Ransom can’t even solve this on his own. He had to call me.”

“I don’t want to solve this on my own, Bear.”

“Could have fooled me,” he chuckled.

“I just want to be a part of it. I want to have my voice heard and not just be told no and to go away.”

Bear shook his head. “I know you’ve been told no; I’ve heard it. But I have never heard anyone tell you to go away. Only been here for three days, but I don’t think any of the people you have surrounding you would say that to you.”

“No is the same as go away with them, Bear.” I didn’t care what Bear had heard or what he thought. When Dad or any of the guys in the club told me no, they meant it as I wasn’t worth enough to talk to about it.

“I’m not going to tell you that you’re wrong, Luna, but I can tell you when Ransom tells you no, it’s not because you’re a woman or that he wants you to go away.”

Bull. Shit. “He tells me no because he doesn’t want me to get in the way.”

Bear raised his hand and twisted it back and forth. “I mean, that might be a little bit, but it’s not the whole reason for no.”

“Go eat your sandwich, Bear. I promise not to try to escape anymore.” I didn’t know what to do next so there was no sense in Greta and me joyriding.

Bear shook his head. “You really don’t listen, doll, even when what’s being said is something good.” He walked back into the kitchen, and I turned the TV back on.

I had heard what he said.

I didn’t believe any of it.

End of story.