Page 42 of Ruckus (Dirty Soul MC: Long Beach #3)

I watch Freya across the table, her eyes flitting between her brother and his wife and I slowly nod to let her know it’s time. We’ve been here over an hour, finished dinner, gone over everything that happened back in Atlanta, and now, it’s time.

“I need to tell you both something else.” Her voice comes out shaky and she looks so helpless. Things are pretty tight here on the houseboat, there’s not much space between us and she’s looking so flustered I’m scared she’s gonna pass out.