Bad girl.

"I heard you tricked Rod today," I say, walking into the bedroom. She's laying on the bed, doing something on her laptop.

"It wasn't a trick," she says, lowering the screen. "I followed your rules. I went nowhere alone."

I should have known she'd want to go there. Home. She doesn't know how dangerous that was. The Royal Suns are looking for Joey. He's no doubt laying low in some drug den. It'll only be a matter of time before they start looking for other forms of payment if they don't find him soon.

I should tell her, but why? She'd only worry. Fear is a prison, one that I don't want to put her in.

She rubs her lips together, like she's anxious to talk about it. "What happened?" I ask.

Sitting up, Silvie tells me everything. The clothes she bought at Wal-Mart. The dinner she brought them. How much she loved seeing her dad and her nephew. "I was even happy to give Crystal's bony ass a hug," she laughs.

Seeing her joy stirs something in me. It's like I want to bottle that emotion and save it for later. Watching her makes me want to give her more moments like this.

"What's something you've always wanted to do?" I ask her.

She narrows her eyes. Not angrily, but like she's thinking. "A lot," she says.

"Tell me some of them," I say, moving her laptop out of the way.

"Well," she bites her lip, probably forgetting that she put on makeup today. Her teeth get little smudges of pinkish brown from the lipstick. I just smile because Silvie is adorable, funny, and smart without trying.

"I've always wanted to go to college. I've always wanted to take Dakon to a Buccaneers game. I've always wanted to go to Disney World..." she trails off. "I don't know. What about you?"

I sigh, trying to decide how much of myself to open up to her. I've always wanted to be the President of the Gang of Wolves, I've always wanted a custom Harley, I've always wanted to build up our clubhouse. I've always wanted to see my best friends, my brothers, live comfortably. For the past thirty two years, I've lived and breathed nothing but the wolves. Now that I've accomplished so many of our goals, I don't know what I want.

"I'd like to see all fifty states," I say, thinking of the most generic answer I can possibly give her.

She watches my eyes intently. Like a book in another language that she's learned to read. A little smile creeps across her face.

"I'd like to do that too."

In that moment, I know my future. It's like I've just seen a glimpse of it. It's wherever she is.