Page 87 of His Loyal Rebel

Priest stared off into the distance. Whip could see the hope in his president's face. If he was right, it changed the game for everyone.

"Paco should be here in a few minutes. I'll take him with me."

"You'll let me know?"

"First thing." Priest clasped Whip's hand. "If you're fucking right, you're going to have a lot of people grateful to you for bringing it to light."

"And a lot of Cusclan members are going to die." He held Priest's gaze. "I need to go after Big. It's personal."

"Tell me when and where. I'll ride with you."

Filled with adrenaline, he needed to do something until he had his head on straight. Going off, thirsty for blood, would put unwanted risks on him.

Paco arrived and pulled into the driveway. After greeting his MC brother, he let Priest explain what was going on and walked into the house. There was nothing more for him to do until he heard if he was right on his discovery.

The aroma of food greeted him. More relaxed than he was when he'd found his sister scared at the clubhouse and Rick trying to bring her around. He'd almost lost it when he discovered Twyla gone and nowhere in sight.

She looked up from the stove. His chest tightened. Under a brave face, she tried to act as if she wasn't scared of him or what he'd do.

He'd reacted because losing her scared the shit out of him. Thinking Big would go away once the power shifted inside the prison was a mistake.

It was a mistake because Big had something bigger to hide. And Twyla held the truth all that time.

Of all things she took with her that night, the pistol could be the answer to Tarkio's problems. If what he suspected was true and Cusclan was marking the guns, she would never know how many lives she'd saved by stealing the pistol.

He walked up to her without blinking. She was everything to him. The connection they had was the only thing that frightened him. The thought of losing her would destroy him.

That connection would save his life if he kept his head. And she gave him a good reason to stay focused.

The second he touched her, she wrapped herself around him. He held her tightly.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

He tilted her face. There were things he could tell her, but club business stayed with members.

She would never know what her actions had done for Tarkio. But if it came down to her risking her life or the club getting a fucking break, he'd put her first every damn time.

"If anything would've happened to you—"

She shushed him by covering his mouth with her finger. "I'm fine. The only thing I'm upset about is Big showing up when Tracy was with me. I would never, ever want her around Big or any Cusclan member. I keep going over and over what I should've done differently, but he caught us by surprise out in the parking lot."

"You can't control other people." He pressed his lips against her forehead. "You stayed with my sister, and you took her to the clubhouse. You did everything right."

"It wasn't enough."

"You're enough," he whispered. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she whispered back.

He sighed heavily. "What am I going to do with you, sis?"

Twyla rebelled against everyone in her life. But she'd stayed loyal to him.

She lifted her chin and gazed at him. "I made dinner. You could eat with me."

There was nothing he could do until he heard from Priest. He set her up on the counter, kissed her solidly, and said, "You sit. I'll feed you. Later, I'll eat again."

She laughed. "One-track mind, babe."