Free Treats Aren't Always Sweet by Harley McRide

little and nodded. “I know,
those two lawyers told me that. I can never thank you enough for
hiring them for me. I can’t loose River too, he is everything to
me. I couldn’t leave until I had something to fall back on. He
doesn’t give me money for anything. Even River, if he needs
something Lane gets it. I have been searching his pockets when I do
wash, I have only gotten a few hundred together.”
    Treat sniffed. “You don’t need to worry about
money.”
    And she didn’t, Treat made good money in the
last few years, invested it, took the bonuses and bought some stock
in the mine from the Warriors. She had a nest egg, and it would
only get bigger. She had more than enough to get her sister started
and on her own.
    “I can get a job,” she cried. “When I get
better.”
    “Jilly,” Treat whispered. “Seriously, you do
not need to worry about money. I got this; I have enough for you
and me. Don’t worry about it. All you need to do is get better, and
then I can get you home, our new home for now. Buddy is already
there, staying with the President of our club and his old lady. He
is safe, and Lane will never find him.”
    The door opened and Treat looked over, War
and Stone stood there in their leather chaps, and leather vest with
the patches on them. They so didn’t look like lawyers , she
thought and looked at her sister who was staring at them wide eyed.
Shit, let them explain why they lied to the doctors and
everyone.
    “Jilly?” Stone said softly and her sister
looked at her in panic.
    “This is War and Stone, um, Beau and Jarrik I
mean. They are the men from the club I was telling you about,”
Treat said softly.
    “But,” Jilly said worriedly. “That other man
said you were lawyers.”
    War smiled and stepped forward. “We are.”
    Treat frowned; she was so kicking their ass
for lying to her sister. Dammit.
    “Seriously,” Stone said and looked right at
her when he was talking. “We both went to law school while we were
in the military, made rank, wanted to have something to fall back
on when we got out. Then we joined the club, they needed lawyers,
and so we are it. Not many people know that, everyone assumes we
don’t have degrees and are idiots.”
    “The members of the club though? They all
know?” Treat said tightly, thinking they had kept something from
her.
    “The men know, we just passed the bar a few
months ago. Fish helped us, which is why we went back and forth so
much. So, Jilly, we are real lawyers, and we have a real protective
order for you,” Stone said and Jilly started to sob.
    “Finally,” she whispered and closed her eyes
and appeared to be praying. Treat’s eyes prickled with tears when
she saw her sister had been brought so low. Beaten and battered,
and grateful someone had helped her and her son out. Shit, she
should kick her own ass for not thinking about her. The guilt was
overwhelming; she leaned over and kissed her sister’s cheek.
    “We have some things we need to talk to Jilly
about,” War said gently, Treat nodded and sniffed, she needed
air.
    “I will be back in a while,” Treat said and
Stone opened his mouth to protest but she shook her head. She was
barely holding it together, and didn’t need her sister to see her
break. Reluctantly they let her walk to the door and leave. She
could see the conflict in their eyes, but she couldn’t deal with
this all right now, she needed air.
    She didn’t look at anything but the floor;
the only thing she could think of was getting outside. She heard
Match call her name but she ignore it, she couldn’t stop or she was
going to lose it in the hallway. So she just moved with a purpose,
her only thought was to make it outside.
    Treat didn’t take the elevator, it would take
too long so she took the stairs. She felt the weight of what
happened to her sister closing in, the anger, the pain she endured,
all because she hadn’t kept in touch with her sister.
    Dammit all to fucking hell, she wanted to
freaking