A lump forms in my throat, and I try to swallow it down. “I can take care of myself.”
“Liam...”
“Look, I’m okay. I’ll survive. I always do. Don’t worry about me.”
“Like that will ever happen. You're my brother, my best friend, and I’ll always worry about you. I miss you, you know?”
That damn lump grows.
“Miss you too.”
“You should come to a show soon. You have plenty of free time now,” he chuckles.
“Yeah.” I nod to myself. “Maybe.”
“We’re playing a show in Chicago tomorrow. You should come.”
“I don’t know.”
“Just think about it, okay? It’s only a few hours' drive.”
“Yeah... “
“Anyways, I gotta go. Talk to you soon.”
“Love you. Bye.”
“Love you too!”
The line goes dead, and I’m left alone with my thoughts again.
I last all of an hour before I start to go out of my mind.
Yeah. Fuck that shit.
Next thing I know, I’ve got a bag packed and I’m on the highway heading towards Chicago.
Maybe a weekend away to see my brother will be a good thing. Can’t get much worse than it is right now.
Chapter 2
Liam
I’m just going to see my brother, who is like my best friend. So why the hell am I so nervous?
It’s been months since the last time I saw Skyler. Things aren’t the same as they were a few years ago. He’s a damn rockstar for fuck’s sake. How crazy is that?
My little brother is making a name for himself with his pack.
Part of me is jealous because he was able to make it work with his pack, and I wasn’t.
Tyson and Ryker are good guys. They work hard, have good morals, and are loyal.
Still, it doesn't stop me from worrying that my little brother is going to end up facing the same fate as me.
Well, not exactly, but being in this kind of lifestyle, things could go south easily. Money, fame, girls, drugs. It’s all a part of this world.
But I know my brother is a good man, and wouldn’t let those kinds of things weigh him down. And I’m hoping he has a good enough head on his shoulders to not let anyone else do it either.