The Scars That Define Us (The Devil's Dust #2)(4)

“I think she’s a threat to the club. She needs to be taken care of,” Locks says, loathing high in his voice. Instantly, I’m reminded that Dani knows the darkness, which tempts me. If she said anything to the Feds, I will be on death row for sure.

“You know what we do with threats.” Old Guy nods in my direction, indicating they send me after threats to ensure they never have the chance to talk. I kill them and, as sadistic as it sounds, I usually enjoy it.

“Firefly is not a threat,” Bobby clips, eyeing Old Guy. What was Dani thinking coming back here? I kill threats. If this goes south, Bull could order me to kill Dani. Can I kill her?

“Regardless of her mother, Dani is not like her. She has Devil’s Dust in her. We’ve all seen it come out while she’s been here,” Bull says, catching everyone’s attention. “That fight between her mother and her that day was intense. Dani’s my blood, and she has nowhere else to go.”

I smirk at the memory. Dani just about killed her mother that day. It was great watching her come into her own; who knew a beauty such as herself could be so brutal.

Everyone goes silent as Bull looks at me. He knows the shit I have been dipping in the last couple of days. Seeing how he thinks Dani is innocent, I am no doubt on his shit list.

“Dani is not like her mother. I can tell you that,” Bobby says smiling. What does he know? Why in the hell is he protecting her so much?

“So, what do you want from us?” Hawk asks.

Bull sits, rubbing his scruffy jaw as he thinks.

“After the storm she goes,” Bull pauses and looks at me. “She can stay with Bobby for now, get her on her feet. I’ll keep her away from the club until everyone feels comfortable around her,” Bull says to Bobby, who nods in agreement. “I’ll have Tom Cat transport her wherever she needs to go.” Bull looks at me, his eyes angry and waiting for me to object. I look away and stare at the wall, not sure what I’m feeling entirely. “Things will surface whether she was involved or not. If she was,” Bull looks at me with sorrow, “then we’ll handle it. Everyone in favor?” he asks. Everyone says aye but Locks and me. I sigh loudly; this entire situation is a clusterf*ck. What if I’m sent to ensure her silence? The thought angers and frightens me all at the same time. I don’t know if I can trust Dani, what if she is responsible for trying to take down the club? I don’t know if I can allow someone to harm Dani if that is the order to the situation, making me go against my brotherhood to save Dani. Bull slams the gavel down, declaring the vote over.

“This is Bullshit,” Locks bellows, his face wrinkling with anger as he scrunches it at Bull with disbelief. Locks face is blistering-red, making his long, blond hair and mustache appear lighter against his skin.

I’m not sure why I didn’t agree entirely. Maybe because my head is telling me I need to wash my hands of Dani for being a threat, but my soul still reels for her. Until I know the truth of her involvement with her mother, I need to keep her backstabbing ass away from me. Keep it in my head that she’s a threat and nothing more.


Dani

Inside Bobby’s greasy bathroom, which is anything but sanitary, I grab a shampoo bottle to wash my hair. The smell releases tones of vanilla and coconuts; it smells like Bobby. I wash my hair and body, wondering how I allowed myself to get in this mess. What if the voting goes against me? Will someone drag me out of the shower by my wet hair and shoot me in the courtyard? I groan at the thought and turn the water off. I push the shower door open and take the red towel hanging from the towel rack. Wrapping it around myself, I notice the ends are tattered and its small size. I wonder if Bobby has any clean shirts I can borrow until I get my things. I walk out of the bathroom and notice Bobby walking through the bedroom door with a suitcase in hand.

“Shit. Sorry, Firefly,” Bobby says, noticing I’m indecent. His tone is apologetic, but his eyes never leave my half-naked body. Blushing, I try to pull the small towel tighter.

“Here are some things I grabbed from the apartment. I’ll give you a minute to get dressed, then we’ll talk.” He gives me one last glance, his eyes squinting with desire. My mouth parts with surprise. “Bobby!”

He smirks and shuts the door.

Opening the suitcase, I find my things shoved in there, no doubt from Bobby. I notice an unfamiliar white paper bag and grab it. I empty its contents on the floor and find a pack of birth control. The little pink case reminds me that Shadow was going to ask Bobby to have Doc write me a prescription for it a few weeks back. Poor Doc, I bet she gets tired of working as a doctor for the club. I wonder how many girls she puts on birth control who crawl through here. I throw the pack back in the bag. I started my period a few days ago, and with recent events, I’m not going to be having sex anytime soon, so what’s the point in taking them? I find a black bra with matching panties, and a grey tank with ripped shorts and quickly put them on, unsure when Bobby will bust through the door again.

“Hey,” Bobby says, entering the room as soon as I put on my last piece of clothing.

“Hey,” I respond, throwing my hair in a messy ponytail.

“So, it looks like you will be staying here until the storm passes,” Bobby states, crossing his arms, his bare arms rippled with tattooed muscle.

“Okay,” I say, my tone encouraging him to continue.

“After that, you are going to stay with me back at the apartment until everything is figured out.”