'I can blend in.'
Those were the thoughts that had been running in her head for the past two weeks. The day after she woke up from her slumber in the hospital, something in her body slowly adjusted.
She was also shocked when she was able to approach Thea without a sound. The same with the way she walked around Pyr's home. As much as she wanted to act like a normal woman, the memories of her body still prevailed. Her brain might not remember the most basic of things, but not her whole being did.
The way her body adjusted to the people around her was making her doubt herself.
Kayla and Cole were with Vo and Crackers. The two prospects were happy taking care of the children. Thea on the other hand had been sleeping with them ever since Pyr left. It was a good precaution, and luckily, they had stopped acting. Their cries of sadness when she was not around them made Pyr look so comical. Seeing the frustrated look on his face was satisfying.
Thea was in the house again. How she knew, was anyone's guess. Her gut was right when the woman with shoulder-length hair sat on the other end of the sofa. She gave a tired sigh and closed her eyes.
"Want some food?" Angel offered.
"What did you cook?" the latter asked, still not opening her eyes.
"Beef rendang," she replied. Thea was out on the sofa before she could finish her answer. "You guys will be having that for dinner. I made some chicken nuggets for the children." She could hear lids being lifted, and drawers being opened. After a few minutes, Thea was back with a plate full of food. Angel could only shake her head. She stood up and grabbed a bottle of water for her guest.
Pyr was right. She did tend to act now, and then ask questions later. The men started being noisy the day after their president left. They were not subjected to a Kotegaeshi move, it was a blade against their throat that made them change how they approached her.
York was a big man with a Viking heritage, stayed clear of the house after she had buried a metal chopstick halfway to his right jugular.
She sighed. Making the other woman look at her in question. She waved her hand offhandedly saying she was okay. Thea shrugged and continued to eat.
After a short while, Kayla, Vo, who was carrying a bassinet with Cole inside, and Crackers entered the house and asked for food. They were followed by Biscuits, Saffron, York, and Nugget. She was about to serve them, but Vo told her to stay put. He gently picked Cole from the bassinet and gave him to her. She smiled at how these men were so gentle with the children.
York stayed clear of her path, even with Cole in her arms, he was giving her a wide breadth. The others found it funny, yet they also do the same. Saffron was grinning while she was seated on the right side of the center kitchen aisle. While Biscuits and Nugget were standing, Crackers was assisting Kayla to eat.
Angel could not help but feel homesick. Her memories were all fragments. Some were longer than the last. Most of the memories she remembered were of her brothers, four men whose steel grey eyes shone whenever she was around.
Their names were still unclear, but the love they have for her was the thing that struck her most. Add in the fact those said memories we more on training. That would explain why Pyr could never sense her in the house.
"The darkness will always be your friend," one of the four men told her. They were sitting on a flat rock that was near the shore of a lake. The other three were playing trying to put last each other underwater. "Dad must have told you are different. Use that to your advantage. They will never know what hit them." He grinned, and then dove into the water, joining his brothers in the contest.
Her next snippets were two older men, giving her knife lessons. They were not teaching her how to eat with it, but how to kill with one.
Her memories were starting to disturb her. They were not brutal. They were just more on how to torture, unarmed, kill, and how dispose of a body without a trace.
"You can tell me whatever is bugging your ass, Angel," Thea said. She made some cooing sounds before she sat on the same sofa and took Cole from her.
She relinquished her hold on the little boy and let the other woman have him. The little guy was happy and was cooing with Thea. She looked at Kayla. The little girl protected my big dangerous men that could snap the neck of a normal human being.
"My memories," Angel began, "all the memories I keep on remembering are more on how to kill and to defend. I can see flashes of shelves of guns and a wall that was filled with different kinds of weapons. From the ancient civilizations to the modern handheld weapon that we have."
"And you are what? Confused? Afraid?" the other woman asked her while making Cole giggle. She glanced at her before she added, "Don't be. If Prez was here, he would tell you to chill. The memories that you have been remembering are good."
"How can killing a man 45 ways be helpful?" she asked in a frustrated voice.
"You can defend the children, not just these two, but also everyone here. We have humans that are permanent residents of The Nest. Some are just too afraid to return to their lives while others are mated or married to some of the crew." She looked outside, and there was a flash of wistful look in her eyes. If not for her keen observation skills, she might not have seen it. "There were times that we have left them defenseless. Pyr and the rest of the officers made tunnels in every house. It was connected at one point so that if ever an attack happens, the residents here are safe."
"Did something like that ever happen?" Angel asked.
"It happened once," it was York who answered her question. "it happened because we became arrogant." There was a trace of shame in his voice when he continued, "We thought that being a biker gang would deter our enemies. We were so wrong."
"Pyr and Ven stayed behind after that. The only good outcome about that was, that no one was hurt," Thea continued. "There was damage, but no lives were lost."
'If you don't like how things are, change it! You're not a tree.' Was a quote that Jim Rohn had once written or said. The older man she called daddy in her memories would often say these words. Angel could not help but think that Pyr and the men in her memories knew each other.
If Pyr knew who she was, why was he hiding it?