“Told you that guy was a fucking dick,” Vengeance said over coffee the next morning.

Renee smiled. They weren’t at the clubhouse, and he’d actually invited her to his new place, which she totally loved. “I know, and I was such an idiot. Every word I said, I regretted the moment I said them, but my pride and all that shit…” She stopped as Constance placed a mountain of pancakes in front of her. “Wow, thank you.”

“I want you to feel welcome here. Vengeance has spoken a lot about you, and I know it means a lot to him to have you here.”

She grimaced. “He said a lot about me, huh?”

“He told me that you two parted ways on bad terms but that is now all in the past, right?” Constance took a seat with them. The scar on her face had come from some asshole named Craig who had stolen her, and when he’d tried to have sex with her, he’d gotten angry and slashed her face. Vengeance had told her a lot last night, when they’d stayed up late catching up. It had been really nice.

Constance was such a nice woman, and strong too. She was the kind of woman Renee always imagined her brother would be with. “I was a first-class bitch to my brother. I said stuff about the club that I don’t think Demon’s going to be too happy about.”

“It’ll be fine.” Constance waved her hand.

Vengeance stared at his woman, and the love was clear to see in his eyes. When he turned toward Renee, he raised a brow. She knew without him saying anything that it wouldn’t all be fine. She had disrespected the club. As far as Demon and the other brothers were concerned, she was done. She’d have to earn back their respect, and that may never happen.

To most she was just a bitch or at worst a whore. Maybe not even a traitor. The club had most likely turned their back on her, and rightly so. She deserved it.

She nodded and tried to force down some of the pancakes that Constance had cooked. They weren’t bad at all. In fact she thought they were delicious. The biggest problem was knowing what she was going to have to face.

Weasel had been nice to her last night, which was good. Out of all of the brothers, apart from her own, it was Weasel she had missed. His face had been the one to plague her.

Idiot.

That was what she was, an idiot. Turning her back on her only family because a guy had told her to. It made her sick to her stomach and she would never forgive herself, not in a million years, even if that were an exaggeration.

“I’m getting the sense you two need to talk, and I need to clean up. I look like a monster.” Constance got out of her seat, pressed a kiss to Vengeance’s cheek, and rushed around to give her a squeeze. “It’s so nice to put a face to the name.”

“She is really nice,” Renee said when they were alone.

“Constance is the best thing that has ever happened to me.” A second of silence passed. “So you left his ass in Europe, and what then?” Vengeance asked.

“As soon as I could I came back to the States, and then I’ve been working, doing odd jobs. I’ve wanted to call you for the longest time, and every time I tried, I just couldn’t bring myself to actually do it. I know. I suck, right?”

“Weasel kept asking me to call you. He seemed to think that you were in some kind of trouble or might like to hear from me.”

“I wasn’t in any trouble. Just working, trying to keep afloat.” She took a deep. “I’m really sorry about everything.”

Even though they had hugged and were talking, something was missing. There was a tension between them, and she couldn’t help the tears that filled her eyes, and she quickly looked away. She put her fork down. There was no way she going to be able to stomach any more pancakes. She couldn’t even swallow past her tears. “I messed up so much.” She sniffled, and Vengeance moved.

He wrapped his arms around her, and she sank against him. “I’m so sorry, so, so sorry.” She kept repeating the same words, hoping that he’d believe her.

“I know you are, honey. And I’m so fucking sorry, too. You and I, we can work on this, and in the meantime, I’ll help you find a job here. I won’t toss you out, and I won’t treat you like shit. We’re family. Always.”

“Thank you.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek. There was a knock on the front door, and she pulled away.

“I think I know who that is.”

She watched as he went to the door, averting her gaze long enough to lift her glass of water to her lips. She heard the deep timbre of the man she’d always wanted.

Weasel.

“I thought I’d stop by for breakfast,” Weasel said.

“Since when?”

“Since now.” Weasel walked into the house and took a seat at the table. “Where’s Constance?”

“In the shower.”

“When they were at the club we’d hear them fucking all night long.”

Renee wrinkled her nose. “Seriously, that’s my brother.”

“Seriously, Demon had to put a ban on them.” Weasel started laughing. “Everyone was hoping … Ouch!” Vengeance slapped Weasel up the back of the head.

“Show some damn respect. That’s my old lady you’re talking about.”

“Okay.” Weasel grabbed a pancake and shoved it in his mouth. “How are things between you two,” he said through a mouthful of food.

Leave it to Weasel to make things entirely weird, and she had missed him so much for it.