Page 43 of Sinner's Malice

I smirked. “Possibly both. His name is Lucifer Hawk, Luc for short. Former military, now the president of a motorcycle club called Disturbed. They live in Northern California. A town called Destiny. I told her about you.”

Amelia sighed and she looked down at her hands.

“And?”

“I don’t know. I gave her the information. She told me she looked for you. She believed the false trail I laid. When I told her the truth, she got angry. Incredibly angry. Before I left, I made sure she had your address.”

“The choice is hers, then.” Amelia sighed.

“I guess so.”

“And the other one?”

I lightly shook my head.

“Nothing yet. I’ve reached out to Matthew Law. His security firm, along with local authorities, are going through all the files at the Trick Pony. It might be a while before we learn anything.”

“Did you tell her?”

“No,” I said truthfully.

“What is her name?”

“Ivy. Ivy Amelia Scott.”

Amelia smirked. “At least he gave me that.”

It was almost one o’clock in the morning when I walked out onto the front porch. I didn’t know what woke me, but I was wide awake and alert.

Taking a seat on the steps, I looked up at all the stars. A sight I rarely got to see in the big city. There was something about sitting in the dark with no one around for miles that calmed me. Maybe it was the darkness itself. The silence of the night echoed the quietness of the world around me.

Out here, in the middle of nowhere, I could actually drown out the voices in my head. It was soothing, yet terrifying. I’d never heard such silence before.

It was unnerving.

The only thing I couldn’t silence was her.

She was everywhere around me, and yet nowhere.

She was the one constant in my life that made no sense, yet I understood with perfect precision. Somehow, in the years since we’d known each other, she had become an integral part of my life. Like a parasite, she invaded my life, took root, and now encompassed everything until she was all that mattered.

I hated her for that.

I wondered what she was doing.

Reaching for my phone, I swiped my thumb across the screen to see several missed calls and text messages from my brothers. Though none from her.

I knew she wouldn’t call.

She never did.

She never really needed to.

Clicking on the security app, I logged in and brought up her room at the clubhouse. She may not need me like I needed her, but I would always be there for her, watching and waiting.

Staring at my screen, I watched while she slept.

She was so beautiful. So innocent.