“Why would Lucca bring her all the way to Houston, Seattle is fuck far from where she and Kylie were, but a lot closer to us, and then he leaves Kylie in DC, it doesn't make a lot of sense, don't get it, won't it have been smarter to just take them to New Orleans.”
Mercy shares her thoughts to Knight and After as she ties up her long red hair.
The woman always likes things to make sense.
If it doesn't then she goes digging until it does. Cost the club a lot of enemies along the years. But we always stand behind family.
“It's symbolic, Washington is one of the Catelli's main territories, their Capo Vincent Stone runs it. Kylie's his. And Amariya belongs to Lucca. Her father lives in Austin, the warehouse we found her in was barely an hour away from Austin. Lucca is convinced his daughter is alive and would be with Amariya's father. Remember River said the Italian he tortured a few months back said he was going to take her and the kid to New Orleans?” Knight explains to us as he used to belong to the Famiglia years ago.
And like Beggar he has a dark story and even darker, more deadly secret that could be catastrophic to his family, so he came here, a new identity, and a new life.
“Yeah, Lucca is obsessed with her, don't blame the cunt either chick gives off the vibes,” After announces.
I roll my eyes at After's bluntness.
“He was probably gonna seek sanctuary across the border.” I muse, it seems logical, it is what I would do.
let's get that arm sorted before the anesthesia wears off,” Mercy flicks my arm and I follow
are bright and makes the white doors
with the 804 metal
the door for us and we
the silver blinds with his vein protruding arms crossed, harsh lines and deeply tanned skin from spending his life on the road, make him more
walk into the room. River is beside Beggar with his fingers around
single desk that is next to the mounted flat screen, eyes on
his leather pants and rings
serious with the jewelry on. Sometimes I think it is a shield, something he uses to try and distinguish The Ghost
orange and brown comforter. Ribs leaves his position by
president as he pulls out his phone from his
to the back of the room, thinks it is
on, that arm looks like shit, let's
her other leg moves, her hair fanned out behind her, her dirt-covered
right at me, and it takes Mercy pulling me away to