Sapphire
Three Months Later
Zade and I stand at the large oSì,en window of Fang’s former room, now ours, watching from a distance as a giggling Victoria dashes across the clubhouse yard, chased by five-year-old Aiden. From what I’ve heard, they spend a lot of time chasing each other around.
“I think Victoria has just got her first boyfriend,” I tell Zade, who makes a noise in his throat that sounds a little like a dog’s growl.
It turns out he’s a ridiculously overprotective honorary uncle.
I laugh, then nod toward the other side of the yard where Mariana is sitting at a low picnic table with Nina, Aiden’s mom, and one of the club’s widowed old ladies. Nina chose to maintain a close relationship with the club even after her biker died, so it’s nice to see Nina have someone like Mariana
