Page 73 of Between Brothers

Chapter 30

Duracell

“Man, this is fucking bullshit. He sexually assaults my fuckin’ girl and I’m the one that’s gonna end up locked up for a year?” My lawyer looked at me from across the table and blinked slowly.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me but what you are facing if you take this to trial is a class B felony. First degree assault is serious, Mr. Glenn. Pleading it down to a class D is a gift from god.”

“It was a motherfucking fork,” I argued.

“A fork with which you did grievous bodily harm! You could have killed that boy with that fork, and as it is, his hand will never be the same.”

“Good.”

My lawyer pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.

“I strongly urge you to accept the deal.”

“And take a second strike? Fuck no.” I got up from the table.

“Mr. Glenn! What do you want me to tell the prosecutor?” he called after me.

“No fuckin’ dice! See him in court!” I called over my shoulder and left the fuckwit’s office.

It’d been two weeks since what had gone down at Jake’s diner with Hayley and she’d bounced back pretty good. I didn’t regret for one minute what I’d done, but then again, I wasn’t in the business of regret. It was a pretty fucking useless emotion when you stopped to think about it. I got on my bike out front of the lawyers office pissed that I’d had to take a day off of work for this shit.

A long hard ride was calling my fuckin’ name and maybe, just maybe a long hard fuck after would help get rid of my pissed off mood. These fuckin’ charges weren’t going to go away. Not even if I killed the little bastards, so I had to either accept the plea or go to trial. I could think of a couple of ways that could go down. Jake, Hayley, and Blue were definitely on my side, it was the rich little bastard’s butt buddies that were the problem.

I fired up the Harley and left a line of rubber down the road as I left out of there. I hit the highway at full speed headed back for the club, but even full speed wasn’t enough so I did what I always did when I sought wind therapy; I twisted the throttle that much more.

I passed any number of cages using the left passing lane until some dipshit started to slow down with me coming up on him. I ducked around him and saw it too late. There wasn’t any stopping it, there wasn’t any slowing down or slamming on the brakes. I knew when my ticket’d been punched and I saw it in that flash of silver as the car turned in front of me.

I slammed into the passenger side front fender and was airborne, just like that. I resigned myself, and it felt like a fucking millennia before I came down. I’d done a full goddamned flip and landed on my back, skidding along the pavement, my head snapping back and connecting even as I heard shit in my body go snap, crackle, and pop.

The wind was knocked clean out of me and I stared at the blazing blue sky, the sun bright and suddenly fierce, my sunglasses missing. I lay there, unable to move, trying like hell to drag in a breath, mouth flooded with the taste of copper as tires squealed, and shouting went up.

I couldn’t turn my head. I wanted to. I wanted to push it back more but my brain bucket against the ground was tipping my chin into my chest. I finally got that fucking breath and shit was bad, shit was real bad. It ground into my lungs, and the fact the pain wasn’t there told me this was it.

I always wondered if it hurt to die, and I guess I was getting my answer.

A woman knelt beside me, tears streaming down her face which was white with panic as she cried, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you. Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

Sorry wasn’t going to save my ass, but it sure was going to save the courts a gang of money prosecuting it.

I thought about Blue.

I thought about Hayley.

I fucking knew regret then. I knew anger, too, as I fought to breathe, dragging in breath after breath.

I looked at the woman that’d hit me and I raged on the inside though I doubt she could see it. I could make her feel it though…

“Should… have looked… twice. I had someone… to… go… home… to…”

Shock, devastation spread out through her eyes and I smiled. The last thought I had before the world went black was the taste of my little boy Blue’s lips and the silky wet heat of Hayley wrapped around my dick.

Fuck.

I would miss them.

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