Page 33 of Shine: Sins of the Father
“That son of a bitch was released yesterday.”
“No shit? How’d you find that out?”
“The club still has connections at the prison. Got a guard we pay off for info. He gave me a heads up. Said Donnie Ray’s brother picked him up.”
“You goin’ after him?”
I nod, deciding not to tell him I already made one attempt. I do that, I’d end up telling him the rest, and I’m not ready to talk about the fact that Donnie Ray’s brother is dead and buried up at this chapter’s cabin. God, I don’t even want to think about how that goes over when they find out.Ifthey find out. Keepin’ shit from my brothers is not something I’ve ever done, and I’m really struggling with this, but I see no good outcome if I tell them. I need to think it through before I tell that story.
“It’s really good to see you, brother,” Reckless says. “Let me call and tell Harley to make up the guest room for you.”
I shake my head. “Nah. I think I’ll just stay here for tonight.”
“At the clubhouse? You sure?” His phone dings with a text, and he checks it.
“Oh, damn. The dogs got out, and I’ve got to go help Harley with that.” He stands and finishes his beer. “I’ll come by first thing in the morning, and I’ll show you the town. How about it?”
“Sure.” I stand and give him a backslap hug.
After he leaves, I finish my beer, watching the brothers in this clubhouse. They have an easy joking way between them, and I can see why Reckless fits in. I’m glad for him. Still, the news that he’s so happy here shoots down any plans I had of trying to convince him and his ol’ lady to move home to Vegas.
Sucks for me.
I twirl the bottom of my bottle in a slow circle around the coaster. It’s got the logo of Sonny’s on it, and I smile. There’s one bright spot in this bullshit day.
I check the time. Maybe I should go back up there and catch her show.
Making the decision, I finish my beer and walk out.
***
The lot is full when I return to Sonny’s, but I find a spot up by the door and park my bike.
There’s a large man doing security at the door. He sees my cut and motions me in.
When I dig in my wallet to pay, he waves me off.
“No charge, sir.”
“Thanks. Has Desiree gone on yet?”
“I don’t know, but I’m sure one of the waitresses could tell you.”
“Thanks, man.” I wander past the dividing wall and take in the place. It’s nice with a stage and a bunch of tables. A bar runs along the right wall with a hallway toward the back of house.
I find an open table, and it isn’t long before a waitress comes over.
“What can I get you, sweetie?”
“I’ll have a bourbon on the rocks.”
“Coming right up.”
“Has Desiree been up yet?”
“No, sir. She’s the headliner. She won’t be up for a while.”
“Could you get her a message for me?”
