Page 33 of Kairo

I lifted my gun and slammed it across his face. I walked out of the house, ignoring the calls from my uncle and cousin.

Two weeks had passedsince everything happened at my father’s house. The bikers were back at war, and now everyone knew the real reason. I no longer affiliated myself with anything Savage Saints. My mother lost her life because of a Savage Saint, and I felt I was dishonoring her still being affiliated with that club.

For two weeks I had been staying at the lake house. After finding everything out, I needed to feel my mother. I needed to smell her. The only thing I had was the lake house. At first it was overwhelming being back inside the house. After an hour of grieving my mother, I went back to grieving the death of my relationship with my father.

My father had been calling nonstop, but I didn’t bother to answer. There was an all-out war now between the bikers and I didn’t care to engage. My father was the reason so many lives were lost. He was the virus that spread across these clubs, and I could no longer associate with him. My father lost all the respect he had in the motorcycle gang. Junior was the only person I spoke with. He hurt just as bad as me.

He looked up to my father. He had goals to run the Savage Saints once my father stepped down, but Junior always needed our mama. He was a mama’s boy to his core. When she died, he mourned her but was okay knowing that he still had our father.That wasn’t the case anymore, and he was back mourning the death of both parents.

After everything that happened at my fathers’ house that night, I jumped on my bike after balling my eyes out and headed to the warehouse. I grabbed my mother’s bike and left, leaving all the others there. I didn’t want them. All of them reminded me of my father and what type of man he was. As far as I was concerned, my father no longer existed. After having time to reflect, I understood why my mother was seeing another man. My father was self-centered. He only cared about himself and made demands without even asking. He was a selfish person. Our relationship was dead.

I rose from the couch and stared outside. It was dark and quiet. My mind went back to the person I was trying my hardest not to think about. Kairo invaded my mind more than the situation with my father. My heart ached for him. His father was killed with no motive. Kairo’s time on earth with his father was cut short because of my dad. It wasn’t fair to him. I should’ve raised hell because Kairo had a gun aimed at my father’s head and because this entire time he was an undercover. I couldn’t find it in my heart to hate him, though.

I wanted him to know that I knew nothing about what my father had done. I didn’t even know his father died by the hands of the Savage Saints. I was skeptical because I didn’t know where Kairo stood. Just because I looked at the situation one way didn’t mean that Kairo did. All I knew was that I wanted to apologize to him and offer my prayers. I sat here for days, practicing repeatedly in my head what I would say. I didn’t know if I should call, send a text, or a letter. All I knew was that I didn’t want Kairo to hate me. My eyes watered every time I thought about not speaking to him or seeing him again.

I didn’t blame him if he cut off everyone around him. His uncle was just as guilty. My spirit and my body missed him somuch. I could still feel his touch on certain parts of my body. My heart wanted me to believe that our happy ending would happen, so we could ride into the distance together, leaving all the biker shit behind us. I knew there was no such thing as a fairytale ending, though.

My phone rang, pulling me from my thoughts. It was Junior. I hadn’t heard from him for a couple of days, and I sent him a text to call me whenever he was up to it.

“Hey, Junior,” I said, answering the phone.

“Sup, sis?” His voice was low and filled with sadness.

“How you doing?”

He sighed. “Managing. I just been sitting here for the past couple of days, trying to figure out my next move.”

“Same. I get that.”

We sat silent for a while before Junior spoke.

“He still calling?”

“Yep, but as I said before, the relationship is dead. I’m mourning the loss of two parents. It’s just harder when one is physically here.”

“Think we should report it the police?” Junior asked.

That was a question that constantly ran through my mind. Should I snitch and tell the police my father accidentally murdered my mother? Or did I let karma take its course? Everything was heavy.

“I’m not sure yet, Junior.” I sighed.

“I’m leaving town for a few, Junebug,” Junior said. “I don’t know if I can sit around here while he’s still walking around as a free man. The shit with the Iron Knights and the Savage Saints is going to get worse. I don’t care to defend either club. Them motherfuckers is dirty on both ends.”

I nodded as if he could see me. “I feel that. Belt has been texting me, but I know his loyalty lies with dad. I haven’t told him where I was. Just that I was okay.”

Junior scoffed. “Nigga been texting and calling but he’s just as bad as dad. He knew this whole time but didn’t do anything about it. He upheld dad in a lot of his shit.”

I understood Junior’s frustration, but I also understood loyalty and that was who Belt was. Loyal to the end. He was dad’s best friend since they were kids. It all made sense why he stood by him, but I wouldn’t tell Junior that.

“Where are you going?”

He sighed. “I don’t know. Somewhere far. I was going to take my bike and just ride ’til I get tired. Wherever I end that’s where I’m staying.”

My heart hurt for my brother. He was suffering but didn’t know what to do.

“Share your location with me. I won’t call and bother you, but I find peace in knowing you’re okay. We all each other got now.” I felt myself getting choked up.

“I got you, sis. Doing it now.” Seconds later, he returned to the phone. “You should be able to see it now.”

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