Justice"I swear to God, I will be fine. If we don't get these filed, we're in contempt," I remind my mom as I pack up the bag of shit I need to go file at the courthouse. Again their portal is down."Right now I'm willing to be in contempt, Justice. I think it's dangerous."I don't know what comes over me, but for the first time in my life, I explode. All the questions I've always had about why my parents and everyone else treat me and Harley differently comes rising to the surface and I can't push them back down. "Oh, screw you, would you be telling Harley you think it's dangerous?"She looks at me, her mouth agape. "No," I answer. "You'd send her on her way without even a 'Be careful'.""That's not true," she argues."Isn't it? Since the night of what happened with Travis, I've lived with all of you telling me to be careful all the time. Not to let myself get into a situation I can't get out of, and to take extra precautions. Recently, I started asking Harley if you said the same
JusticeJust as I'm closing out of the system, a loud buzzing signals over the intercom, and there's a commotion of people running. "What the hell's going on?" I ask, grabbing my documents up, trying to save them from whatever's happening.Judy yells from where she sits. "You have to get out of here! We can't let you back here with us."What does she mean she can't let me back there with them? It's then that gates start closing around the area they're in, leaving me out in the hallway. I run to the elevator, but it doesn't work. Has there been a fire? But then I start thinking, why would they be closed in if there were a fire. They would want to be kept out, instead of in. Which means there must be something happening inside the courthouse. My bag on my shoulder, I look around for a place to take refuge, but everything here is locked down tighter than the clubhouse.To the left I see the stairwell, and I decide it's probably better to move down, closer to the street-level, than it is
Caelin"Goddammit, Rooster, I want in there, and I want in there now," I tell the older member of our club. It's probably not the best thing for me to be doing, demanding an elder to bow down to me, but Justice is in there with a fucking deranged psycho. He's killed once, and who's to say he won't kill again."Look, I respect your feelings about this. But they're not allowing anyone in, and I don't think it's smart to fuck with the Feds."Glancing over at Drew, my eyes do their best to convey a silent message of let's fuck shit up. Harley comes to stand beside me. Her scared voice is louder than the rest of them. "We gotta figure out how to go in there and save her.""Maybe she doesn't need to be saved," my mom says as she comes to stand with our group. "Justice is strong. She's got a good head on her shoulders and she's been through a lot already. Maybe, just maybe, she can save herself and doesn't need all of you to get in her way."I want badly to believe what my mom is saying, but
DrewThe courthouse door opens and I nearly lose it as I see my daughter come out, flanked by cops and emergency personnel. She's holding the hand of the person who's on the stretcher. Must be the bailiff she's grown to be so fond of.Behind them, there's another stretcher, surrounded with even more police. It's the injured body of Alec Tinsdale.As soon as she comes out, Charity runs for her, wrapping her up in her arms. Then Caelin and Harley volley for their position with her.But when they're done, I step forward, crushing her into my arms, crying softly. This is the second time we've almost lost her, and I'm fucking getting sick of it."I'm okay, Daddy," she whispers, her grip holding me up from collapsing onto the sidewalk. "I'm okay. I made it.""You shoulda never been in that situation to begin with," I mumble."Life doesn't tell us what situations we're going to be given," she reminds me. Those are the words of ana intelligence far beyond her years."I hate to break this up,"
Caelin "So when we leave," I tell Will and Meri, "you two are going to have to let us know which puppies you're taking with you. The rest of them are going to be at the clubhouse, and you can't decide on one now and then after you see them at the clubhouse, decide to get another. This will be your final choice."They both look at me, extremely serious, nodding."So how are you going to do it?" Justice asks. "Play with them for a while? Pick on guy instinct?""How would you do it?" Meri asks her.Since everything that happened at the courthouse, Justice has become Meri's favorite person. She wants to be like her when she grows up, and she's been begging Addie to put her into Justice's class.I, overall, think it's a great idea, but I'm not sure I wanna see my niece hanging out where I came all over my thighs. Clearing my throat, I send a bemused grin over to Justice, who answers it with an inquisitive coming together of her eyebrows.Turning to Meri, she gives her her full attention an
JusticeChristmas Eve"Do you think we should tell them today?" Caelin asks as the two of us are getting ready for the big clubhouse shindig.Lots of things have changed over the past few months. One of the biggest things? The necklace I wear around my neck. It's been a life-changer. No one ever thought to ask me and Caelin about them when we showed up wearing them.In fact, the only person who looked twice was Meredith, but then she never brought up the subject. I kinda thought she would, but she surprised me. No one in our families even thought anything weird about our weekend trip to Gatlinburg.And absolutely no one knows we came back married.For two months we've kept the secret, enjoying our time together, and loving the fact we've pulled one over on them. After our trip to the dog park, we knew we wanted to get married, but we also knew we didn't want a big wedding. In fact, we just wanted it to be us, and Joanie.She was our necklace holder. In some weird way it was like havi
HarleyMy hands shake as I shut the door to the bathroom. Last night was crazy, people are sleeping everywhere at the clubhouse, and I venture to say I'm the only one who isn't going to wake up with a hangover. Acting like I was drinking, when I really wasn't, was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I don't think I've ever realized how much people pay attention to refilling your glass. Pretty sure I killed a spot of grass out on the back yard, where I casually dumped all the alcohol I was given. But, I couldn't, in good conscience, drink. Not when I hold this test in my hand. Not when I already know the answer in my heart.Opening the bathroom door, I take a look at Bishop laying in the bed we share at the clubhouse. He's dead to the world, not knowing what the hell I'm doing. I haven't told him my suspicions, because I'm scared to death.We've been so careful.Except for that one night.Now here I am. Eighteen and about to face the biggest change in my life by myself. I wish I
HarleyPregnant. Continuing the Walker bloodline.It's staggering to realize this is actually going to happen. The monumental change our lives is going to undergo is almost enough to drop me to my knees. So much responsibility, but pride at the same time. I always thought it would be Justice. She's so much more settled in her life, has her shit together, and isn't living in sin like me.It's pressure.So much fucking pressure, but I'm excited and I don't recognize who I even am right now. It's not like I had this grand plan of what my life was going to be like, but in my wildest dreams, it wouldn't have been this. "Where were you this morning?" Dad asks as I walk into the office at the garage. "Thought I was going to have to send out a search party.""Coulda asked Bishop." I roll my eyes. "He woke up right next to me."If I'm not mistaken, Drew Walker's jaw twitches as he grinds his back molars together. With a salute, he takes off out the door and toward the bays. Good. That oughta