Right To My Wrong

By: Lani Lynn Vale


“Uh,” Sawyer said, finally seeing me. “You could’ve put some pants on.”

I could hear the laughter in her voice as she said it, and I wanted to smack that smile off her face.

I flipped her off and turned on my heel, walking back to the bedroom and pulling on a pair of sweatpants from the top of my clean pile.

Being in my panties next to Sawyer really wasn’t that big of a deal.

We’d lost any and all dignity during our time in prison, so it wasn’t a surprise that I’d walk out there with no pants on.

Hell, we’d peed next to each other for eight years.

Vomited. Shit. Saw each other naked.

There was nothing sacred between us.

But she could’ve at least shouted a warning that she’d let someone into my house!

I came back out glaring at the two people on my couch.

“Where’s breakfast?” I mumbled darkly.

Sawyer smiled.

She’d been the morning person.

I’d been the afternoon and night person.

It was incredibly annoying to be paired with that type of person, but I learned to cherish her nonetheless.

“I got sidetracked,” she said, pointing to Sterling.

Sterling grinned at her and stood, reaching into his pocket for something.

“I brought you your glove and wallet back. You left them in my truck last night,” he said, pointing to glove and wallet before pulling out a piece of paper. “But then I saw this parked on your car, and I felt the need to call Loki.”

I looked at the paper he held out to me like it was a live snake, instead focusing on the fact that he’d called another police officer to my house.

Loki was another member of The Dixie Wardens.

He was the scary one of the bunch.

His blonde hair was cut close to his scalp, and his eyes were hard.

Cop eyes hard.

But the defining factor that made him scarier than the rest was the scar across his throat.

I’d only heard bits and pieces of how he got it, but from what I’d gathered from all of them, it was because of a gang initiation or something.

But it was the way he watched me that made me the most nervous.

Almost as if he could tell I was a bad person.

And I guess most would think I was, but I wasn’t.

I was only protecting myself and my unborn child that, unfortunately, hadn’t made it.

Not that anyone besides me and Sawyer knew about my Jade.

I hadn’t even told Lily about Jade.

Not because I didn’t feel that she would sympathize, but because the fact that I’d lost her still hurt so deeply that I couldn’t talk about it.

Hadn’t talked about it since the day she was taken from me after I spoke to the cops.

“Wonderful,” I muttered, turning on my heel to walk into the kitchen and start a pot of coffee.

But it was already done when I got there, so I guess Sawyer was inching her way off the hook.

I didn’t bother with cream.

This was a straight black kind of day.

I grimaced when I took a drink of the bitter brew, turning to survey Sawyer and Sterling.

They had a good relationship, but Sawyer had that with all of members of The Dixie Wardens.

A perk, I guessed, of being married to the President.

“How do you still not know what you’re having?” Sterling asked my best friend. “Isn’t that something new parents want to know?”

I’d asked the same thing.

How do you have a baby shower if you don’t know what you’re having?

You won’t want to put your kid in yellow for that long, not when there’s way cuter things in blue or pink.

But she’d refused.

She wanted it to ‘be a surprise.’

Something she echoed to Sterling moments later.

“I want it to be a surprise. Silas’ doesn’t care, but I do. I want that experience since I’m fairly positive this’ll be my only one,” she admitted.

That was news to me.

I always saw Sawyer as having five children and a minivan.

Silas, I saw, giving her whatever the hell she wanted, and if five kids was what she wanted, then he’d do it.

Happily.

“Why do you say it’s your only one?” Sterling asked, leaning his slim hips up against the counter.

My eyes went down to the bulge in the back of his jeans that meant he was carrying.

Something that nearly every man that was a member of The Dixie Wardens did, every single time I saw them.

Sterling being no different.

“Because Silas is older than me. And I don’t think he wants anymore kids,” she said hesitantly.

I blinked, surprised by that.

“You think that, really? I always figured him for being wrapped around your finger. Ask him and see what he wants!” I told her.

Sterling nodded. “I agree with Grumpy.”

I glared at him. “I’m not Grumpy.”

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