Page 39 of Riggs
"I appreciate you sitting with her today. Why don't you turn in for the night?" I tell her.
"I think I'll go sit with Everest. He's not doing so well," Payton sighs. "I'm going to miss him. Track was a good man. You know almost all the money he made working at Kings Tactical goes into a money box, under his bed? He's been saving to buy his sister a reliable car to get back and forth to nursing school in," Payton smiles. "Just thought you should know it's there, in his room."
"I'll make sure she gets it," I assure her. Payton nods then walks away.
Turning the handle, I open the door to my room. I find Luna on the bed beneath the covers like Payton said. Shrugging my cut off my shoulders, I lay it on top of the dresser next to the door. The moment I sit down on the edge of the bed and start to unlace my boots, I feel a hand on my thigh. Toeing my shoes off, I position myself in the bed beside my woman. Her arms embrace me without questions. Touching is the only communication needed after today. Luna gives me what I need the most. Love.
* * *
My heart isheavy because we bury Track today. Standing outside on the balcony, I look out on the darkened skies. Storm clouds rolled in almost an hour ago, threatening rain — a pair of soft arms snake around my waist. Spinning, I face Luna. "Ready?" I ask, and she nods.
After making sure the apartment and bar are locked up tight, I help my woman on the back of my bike, and we head toward the clubhouse to meet up with the other members and ride out together. When we roll up, my men are waiting on me just outside the gate. "Where's Fender?" I ask, noticing his absence.
"Making sure the road ahead is safe. If he spots anything, he'll radio back. He took Everest with him," Wick informs.
"Alright." Bike engines roar, as members fall in behind Wick, Nova, Kiwi and me. "Let's Roll," I call out and pull out onto the road.
Pulling into the funeral home parking lot, my men and I fall into formation in front of the hearse. The roar of our bikes draws attention as we lead the procession, taking our friend to his final resting place. Dozens of friends and family showed today to pay their respects to a good man. As we watch Track's family mourn, while gathered around his casket, anger boils inside me. I take in the faces of my brothers as they watch Track's mother and sister weep over the grave of a son and a brother. Fender grabs his guitar and starts to sing the song Mrs. Dupuis asked for.Go Rest High on That Mountain. Her sobs wrack her body, and her daughter embraces her, as Daniel's casket slowly lowers into the ground.
Luna's hand tightens around mine as she sheds tears beside me, and I pull her closer. I share a look with each of my brothers. Death is coming for Rex and the rest of his sorry excuse of a club.
