Fire Inside (Chaos, #2)(82)

“Arlo, Roscoe, Speck… and Tack.”

He was making a point. I just didn’t feel like taking his point so I changed the subject. “Are you done slugging bourbon? Do you want a beer?”

He lifted a hand to curl it around the side of my neck. “Babe, Shy and Tab kept that shit from Tack and he’s seriously f*ckin’ pissed. He’s got reason and, I’ll admit, it’s different, what we’re doin’, but not by much. Tab’s his daughter. Shy knows better but they lied. They hid. Tack wants him out.”

My lungs convulsed. “Seriously?”

“He says he loves her but this is Shy, and she’s f*ckin’ Tabby.”

I stared at him, my lungs easing and my heart swelling.

“He says he loves her?”

“Babe, this is not Cinderella and Prince Charming.”

“Yes, it is.”

He blinked before he asked, “Come again?”

“She used to crush on him huge.”

“Lanie—”

I cut him off. “A girl, Hop, any girl who crushes on a boy like that, well… you aren’t a girl and thank God for me you aren’t. Still, that means you’ll never know. To have a crush like that and then have that boy fall in love with you, Hop, that’s a dream come true. Tabby lost so much, honey, she deserves to have a dream come true.”

His jaw clenched and he looked to the side, which was something else that didn’t give me a good feeling.

“What?” I asked.

He looked back at me.

“We had a showdown today, or Shy did with Tack, and the Club backed Tack. Tabby came tearin’ in and it went from really f*ckin’ bad to cataclysmic. Shy says he’s willin’ to give up his cut for her.”

Give up his cut?

That was insane. No brother willingly gave up their cut.

Unless they were really in love.

“Oh my God,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” Hop said. “That rocked our shit, as any declaration of lettin’ go of the brotherhood would do. Then her mom strolled in and you were gone, lady, you never met her but Naomi, Tack’s ex, is one serious bitch. Made an art out of bein’ one, and her masterpieces were bustin’ Tack’s balls and tearin’ Tab down ’til she felt like nothin’.”

I knew this. I’d heard about Naomi from Ty-Ty. And from what I heard, Hop was not wrong. She was one serious bitch.

Hop went on. “Most of the boys know Naomi went at Tack and Tabby with equal venom, so she is not our favorite person, so much so, she’d been warned off Chaos. But Shy, swear to Christ, that woman walked in, thought Shy was gonna rip her head off. No hesitation, he had her out the door and was in her face, so harsh, the bitch didn’t say a f*ckin’ word, and Naomi’s got an arsenal of words and she uses ‘em as weapons. Not a peep. Got in her car and went. Knew Shy was a good brother, outside this shit with Tab, more than pulls his weight, he’s smart, got no fear, that’s why I backed him to recruit but I had no idea he had that in him.”

I smiled. “Love makes you able to do a lot of things you didn’t think you had in you.”

His fingers dug into my skin as his eyes went intense. I realized what I said and felt my smile die away.

“Baby,” he murmured.

Really not wanting to be on this one, I quickly changed the subject again. “I think this all sounds good, Hopper. I know it’s a shock. You all have known Tabby since she was a little girl so it’ll take time for you to adjust to the fact that she isn’t a little girl anymore. But nothing you said is bad. Everything you said, honey, if you listen to your words, isn’t good either. It’s great. Willing to give up his cut, dealing with her mom. That’s beautiful.”

“You’re missing my point,” he said gently.

“I know,” I whispered.

He pulled in a breath through his nose.

Then he stated, “That scene we had where I watched that monster tear into you, lady, you gotta know I don’t wanna take you back there but this shit is goin’ on too long.”

Oh no.

This wasn’t happening. Not now. Maybe in a week. Or three. Or one hundred and fifty.

“I’m not ready,” I stated hurriedly.

“My job to make you ready.”

I clenched my teeth and looked away.

“Lanie, baby, look at me.”

I looked back and he dipped his face close.

“You need to talk to Tyra and not about us.”

That feeling swelled inside me, growing, taking over. “Hop—”

“She does not blame you.”

“Please stop talking.”

He shut his mouth. Then he shifted to put the bottle of bourbon on the counter and came back to me, lifting his other hand to curl it around my neck and his face again came close.

“Hold it back, hold it at bay, for now, control it like you got to, lady, but do all that letting this in,” he started and I didn’t think that was a good start so I braced.

It was good I did.

“I have never been shot. I have never watched someone I love die. But I have carried the burden of feelin’ I f*cked up and someone got hurt because of it.”

“Hop—” I tried.

“Listen, lady,” he whispered.