The Prospect (of Rebel Rage MC Book 3) by Addy Archer

Author:Addy Archer [Archer, Addy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-03T18:30:00+00:00

C H A P T E R S E V E N

~ L I N C ~

I head for the kitchen after I received a text from Peyton. In the text, she stated I was needed in the kitchen right this instant. Hunt and Alaric follow as I step inside. Harper’s head swings in my direction then back to her sister.

“You texted them? What’s up, Peyton? You’re really starting to freak me out,” Harper says, her voice shaky. “Is it Stone? Grandfather? What?”

Their brother, Stone, and grandfather are the only two family members they have left. No wonder Harper is asking about them first.

Peyton’s eyes soften when they hit Harper. “I just received a phone call that was meant for you, Harper. The police couldn’t reach you, so they called me. There was a fire; your house is gone.”

Fuck. That asshole Alejandro burned her house to the ground. I just know it was him; I don’t need any damn proof. All these things are running through my mind, but the kitchen is wrapped with silence. All eyes are locked on Harper. We’re all expecting her to freak out.

Except, she doesn’t. She simply shrugs and says, “I have insurance. The important papers and stuff I have are locked in large safe; it should be able to resist a fire. And if it didn’t?” She shrugs again. “We’re all still here, safe and sound.” Suddenly her eyes go wide. “Blacky.” She swallows hard and tears fill her eyes.

I step closer and drag her into my arms. “Who’s Blacky?”

“That would be her dog. He died last year,” Peyton says from behind me. “But, Harper, didn’t you look in the bag? I put the box in there with his ashes and his leash you had on the desk in the corner of your living room. I knew those things were important to you, so I shoved it in the bag, along with his picture and your laptop and the things you use to sketch your designs, but I think I forgot your camera, though.”

“I could hug you,” Harper sobs and pulls me closer instead of heading over to her sister.

“You telling me that is worth more than you actually hugging me, sis.” Peyton croaks, emotion a heavy weight in her voice. “Oh, and I think it’s time you get yourself another dog. Linc, you should really get her a dog. One she can hug and that will lick her tears away. I bet it will help with everything she went through.”

My thoughts flow out without thinking things through. “My old lady can have anything her heart desires. She deserves it and more.”

I pull my head slightly back and look down to connect our gaze. “Please tell me Blacky wasn’t some tiny lapdog; that’s not your thing, right? Because if we get a dog, his head should at least reach my knee when he’s standing on all fours. I’m not bending down to scoop it up or pet it.”

Harper wipes away her tears and smiles at me while Peyton hits my arm.

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