Chapter 15
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
Saber
“Tell me,” Foxy insists as she lifts her head from where it’s lounged on her forearms and peers up at me from her resting place on my abs. I’ve been sifting my fingers through her hair, working through the tangled strands and feeling more relaxed than I’ve been in years.
“There’s something special about the members of the Cedar Creek branch of the club,” I begin explaining.
“I sorta put that together for myself, Weston,” she deadpans. “I get that there’s some things that are confidential and can’t be shared but tell me what you can.”
“I’ll confide in you about me and Wrecker, but that’s all I’m willing to speak about because nobody else is aware that you have knowledge about our world yet. I want to be fair to everyone,” I state. Trying to figure out the best way to describe the abilities that I have, and that Wrecker has too, has my mind spinning in a thousand different directions.
“And Dragon? He did show himself to me too, Weston, remember?”
“Yeah. I remember,” I snarl. “I still can’t believe he pulled that bullshit on you.”
“Stop being a growly bear, Weston. It’s in the past, and since getting to know him a little better over the last few days, I think he only did what he did to protect you. How can I fault him for that?”
“You may be right, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it,” I rebut. “You’re mine to protect, we’ve established that, so he should’ve come to me instead of you.”
“Maybe. But I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” She’s cute when she’s sassy, but I’m still pissed that Dragon pulled that stunt on her. He could’ve gone about it in so many different ways, ones that wouldn’t have caused her physical pain. Instead, he pulled a dick move as far as I’m concerned, and once I figure out how to tell him that while keeping myself alive, I plan to do that very thing.
“I know you can, Foxy, but you shouldn’t have to.”
“Let’s table this part of our discussion for later, Weston. Tell me.” She pesters me, her fingers lightly grazing across my ribs, which she knows are ticklish.
“I’ll start with me,” I state. “When we were younger, I knew there was something unique and different about me. I was scared shitless to tell anyone about it, even you. There are instances when I can look at someone and know what’s wrong with them.”
“How so?” she probes.
“Say someone was shot, I can see the bullet and the path it traveled. I don’t need to see radiology reports to have that acute knowledge. I just know.”
“When you say you can see it and you instinctively know, what does that mean exactly, Weston?”
“It’s like I have X-ray vision,” I claim, gearing up to tell her my deepest secret that nobody outside of the clubs I’ve belonged to knows about. “My aptitude is radioactive imagery. I can’t literally see through human flesh and bones, but my mind shows me pictures of the damage and path it’s taken.”
“That must come in handy,” she muses. “So when I was shocked that the kids weren’t more damaged than they were, you already knew that.”
“Sorta,” I mumble, disappointed in my lack of awareness. “I was in my head so I couldn’t see them clearly. I was so taken aback and stunned by finding Canyon, that my gift was hazy and wasn’t showing me jackshit. I wasn’t able to see past that revelation.”
A grin spreads across my cheeks when the scientist in her can’t help but put its two cents in. “Do you think it has anything to do with being biologically related to him?” she asks. “I mean, if he’s the first one you’ve ever done an assessment on who is tied to you through blood, it would make sense.”
“Maybe? I honestly thought it was just the shock of realizing I was staring at my son,” I admit. “I don’t know if there is anyone else out there who has this ability either, so it’s not like I can just pick up the phone and ask someone.”
“Would Dragon or Wrecker know?” she presses, not freaking out the way I thought she might.
I shrug because I honestly have no clue. They both have knowledge of things that others are capable of, but whether or not they’ve ever come across another person like me is anybody’s guess. “I don’t know. But I can always ask and see what they have to say. Because it could’ve been the shock, or it could’ve been the fact that he’s my son and I’m blocked from seeing anything like that where he’s concerned.”
“So, what about Wrecker?” she queries. Then she holds up her hand and says, “I know Dragon did something to me too that knocked me on my ass, but until he gives you the go-ahead, I’m okay with waiting on what he’s capable of. Wrecker, on the other hand, gave me a dick so I deserve to know!”
Chuckling, I cup one of her breasts, massaging it and reply, “And I got these as well as a pussy.”
She rolls her eyes at me then says, “Good thing I wasn’t scared because a good fright is known to cause people to piss themselves. If that had happened, it would’ve been a damn mess!”
Now I’m laughing outright at the visual she’s giving me. I’m going to have to express to her when I get my wits about me that we were in a memory and nothing that took place during that dreamwalk would affect us in the here and now. But for now, I’ll let it lie because I’m having fun with her witty commentary.
This right here is definitely something I’ve missed with her being out of my life all these years. We may squabble and bicker, but we usually get along so well, we’re one of those rare couples who enjoy spending copious amounts of time together. Whether we were studying, or just hanging out after work or classes, life was never boring when we were together.
Once my amusement dies down, I begin telling her what I’m comfortable with when it comes to Wrecker and his mystic blessings. “Wrecker is what’s known as a dreamwalker. He can go back in time and help people get through traumatic events.”
“Does it always have to be in the past?” she asks, puzzling things out in her head. “Can he help people through their current traumas?”
“No it doesn’t have to be and he can,” I answer her questions. “He can also help recover lost or stolen memories.”
“How can someone steal somebody else's memories? That doesn’t make any sense,” she concludes.
“There are others out there like us,” I confess. “You’d be surprised at what some could do.”
“That’s scary, Weston. Families could be ripped apart if that particular gift is given to the wrong person.”
“It is, and you’re right on that aspect. Seeing as there are things that are still unknown to us, we have to be careful when we’re around people we don’t know.”
“In other words, this is a well-guarded secret,” she states. “Makes sense to me that any of your brothers who have these gifts and abilities would keep it on the down low, though. I mean, could you imagine if the damn government became aware there were people who could do that kind of stuff?”
“We’re on their radar, Foxy,” I admit. “But we keep ourselves protected and always have brothers around who have our backs.”
“I don’t like that,” she concedes. Then her eyes grow wide and she smacks my abs. “Weston! Is it possible that Canyon has these abilities too?”
“Possibly, but I won’t know until we have him with us and then I’ll have Wrecker check him out.” At her scolding look, I hold up my hand. “Wrecker has the ability to do what he did to us far more stealthily. He needed us both to know he was there so we’d pay attention and feel what the other was going through during that particular time in our life.”
“Oh. Hmph. Well, I guess that makes sense. As long as he doesn’t freak Canyon out, I think we need to know because then, you can decide how best to approach him about what he’s able to do.”
As we snuggle into the blanket, both of us lost in thought, my phone pings, alerting me that I’ve received a message, and I reach over to my nightstand and pull it off my charging station, bringing it up to my face so I can read the text.
“RiffRaff and Jillian were approved as Canyon and Egypt’s foster parents. They’ll be released from the hospital this afternoon into their custody.”
“Everything is falling into place,” she whispers. “It’s as if fate has stepped in and decided to right all of our wrongs.”
“She’s just making sure that we find our way back on the path she had set forth for us,” I muse. “RiffRaff is going to gather some brothers to go grab the kids' possessions and start packing up the house. The club has been talking about purchasing a storage facility, and since there’s one we’ve been in negotiations with, I’m going to tell Dragon to make the deal and I’ll finance it. I want the kids to not ever have to worry about having access to theirs and their parents' things.”
“I’ll pitch in,” Foxy offers.
“How about this, Foxy. I’ll buy the business and you can take them shopping for anything they’ll need to restart their lives.”
“Shopping still gives you hives, huh?” she taunts me, snickering.
“I break out even thinking about it,” I say, shivering.
“Okay, it’s a deal. But that means I get to get them everything they need,” she insists.
“You drive a hard bargain, Foxy.” In my mind I’m rebutting with, “we’ll see”. There’s no way in hell I can sit back and not get my boy and new daughter something if they want it.