Reckless Truths (Lost Kings MC)

“Careful.” Z casually flicks open a knife. “We can put that tongue to use, sweetheart.”

She glares at him.

“We don’t have time for this shit,” I grumble.

“Yes. I tried to help Carter,” she croaks.

“Do you want to stay here?” Rock asks.

She slowly shakes her head.

“You gonna behave?” I ask her.

She throws a hard scowl at me.

“Yeah, I got a little sister.” I let out a dark laugh. “Those pissy faces don’t work on me.”

She scoots off the bed and reaches for a black, hooded sweatshirt on the floor. I slide my gaze over her. Thin and flat as a board—malnourished, almost. If she’s pregnant, she must be in the early stages.

Not my problem.

“We’re meeting up with Merlin,” Rock says to her.

She freezes.

Rock sighs. “No one’s gonna hurt you.”

We follow her out of the trailer at a respectable distance. She doesn’t try to grab anything. Doesn’t even blink at the body she has to step over to reach freedom.

“Who is he?” Grinder asks, toeing the dead guy.

“My uncle,” she says over her shoulder.

“So much for family loyalty,” I mutter to Rock.

“Can you blame her?”

Outside, the weight of the night seems to press down on me. Fatigue tugs at my eyelids and I’d love nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep for days.

Too bad we still have a long night ahead.