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Hendrix…and Billie Holiday?
Huh.
    Eva and her random, usually crappy,
borderline-obsessive taste in music would never fail to amaze
him.
    Moving on, he found photos of a very
young Eva sitting on the back of Preacher’s Harley, holding tight
to her old man. Then one of Eva and Kami, they couldn’t have been
older than five or six, and the photos that followed were of them
growing up together as kids, teenagers, and women.
    More photos of Demons barbecues and
out-of-state runs, photos of Eva and the boys as she grew up within
the club.
    Eva’s high school graduation, her
college graduation, Kami’s first wedding to some douchebag lawyer,
and the birth of her first son, Devin (who looked nothing like that
lawyer and a whole lot like Cox).
    Cage started laughing until he came to
another photo, and he stopped laughing.
    Eva and Frankie’s wedding
picture.
    Cage stared at the maniacal face of
Franklin “Crazy” Deluva, Eva’s first husband, the madman who’d
ganked Ripper on a run and slashed his face and body to shit; the
asshole who’d murdered Kami’s first husband in some sick
serial-killer-fetish fashion; the fucker who’d broken into the
Horsemen’s clubhouse, cuffed Deuce to a radiator, and made him
watch while he raped Eva.
    The man who’d then taken Eva, who
probably would have killed her if she hadn’t killed him first. The
man who, because of all that, had fucked his already fucked-up
family even more.
    Noticing something strange about the
photo, he stepped closer and studied it. Yeah, the bottom left
corner was pushed out. Lifting the picture off the wall, he turned
the frame over in his hands and flipped open the clasps holding it
together. After tossing aside the backing, he found what was making
the bulge in the photo. An old envelope, folded in half.
    Setting aside everything else, he
unfolded the envelope and looked inside.
    “ Fuck,” he
breathed.
    It was Eva, sitting at the bar next to
Blue, her elbows propped up on the countertop, her chin resting on
the palms of her hands, grinning at the camera. And she was young,
real fucking young, like…
    He looked around and locked on a photo
of her at her college graduation, wearing her cap and gown. She was
college young. Which meant…
    He counted back the years
and…
    Yeah, his parents had still been
together. Just barely.
    Cage looked back at the photos. He knew
there was some hard-core history between his old man and her; he’d
heard some of the boys tease Eva about it on occasion, but he
hadn’t known the whole story. The most he’d ever gotten out of his
old man was after he’d first brought Eva back to Montana with
him.
    “ Dad?”
    “ Yeah?”
    “ She the reason you’re
pissed off all the time?”
    “ Yeah.”
    “ She the reason you left
Mom?”
    “ Yeah.”
    “ You love her?”
    “ Yeah.”
    There was a long
pause.
    “ Cool.”
    “ Yeah.”
    He continued flipping through the old
photos. Some were of Eva and the boys, some of Kami being mauled by
both Cox and Ripper, some of ZZ, some of Dorothy and
Jase.
    Jesus. They were all younger than he
was now.
    But it was the next photo that caused
his jaw to drop.
    Lying on her back, propped up on her
elbows, butt-ass fucking naked, legs spread wide open, sprawled
across what he recognized as his old man’s bed at the club, was
Eva. College-age Eva with that “come fuck me” smile, and those
tits, hanging heavy off to her sides, begging to be—
    Hurriedly, he tossed it aside. Yeah,
they weren’t actually related, but she was his old man’s wife and
the mother of his youngest sister, meaning he shouldn’t be using
her as bate material. At least, not anymore.
    Back when he was eighteen, yeah, that
was a whole other story.
    The next photo was even worse. It had
been taken at such an angle that you knew the person shooting it
had been lying down, capturing the person above them.
    And the person above them was his
father, looking ungodly young compared to now. His long blond hair
was