Page 41 of Joker
The thought of getting my teeth stuck into this project makes me swell with pride. I already can see what it should look like in my head. The board having a street to themselves, then trusted brothers another street, and visitor houses another. It would be like our own little town.
Leaving church, I head for Carrie’s room. I know the brothers had said to give her time, but I want her to know I’m here. Kate took Beau out for the day. That girl loves my son and is taking her aunt duties seriously.
Getting to Carrie’s door, I knock. Hearing no sounds and getting no answers, I knock again. No reply, but I know she’s in there. Sliding down the wall, I plant my arse on the floor.
“Carrie, it’s me, baby. I know you can hear me. I just want to check how you’re doing.” I say hesitantly.
Deciding now is probably a good time to let her know how I’m feeling. I stay sitting next to the door and just keep talking.
“I’ve missed you, baby. I never stopped looking for you. None of us did. I’m so sorry we couldn’t find you sooner. I wish I could have stopped all you have been through. But I’m proud as fuck too. Carrie, you managed to raise the most amazing son. He’s perfect. The brothers love him. He’s so funny. Did I tell you Kate is back? Yeah, she turned up a week or so ago. Beau loves her. She’s got him today; they’ve gone on an aunt adventure, she called it, so fuck only knows what trouble they will get into.” I can’t help a little chuckle coming out as I tell her that.
“I made sure to send two prospects with them just in case. He’s safe, baby, but we both know the mischief she can get into. The pair of you together was a nightmare. Always getting into stuff you shouldn’t be. You were partners in crime.”
The memories of Carrie and Kate together make me chuckle. If there was trouble to be found, those two would find it.
“There hasn’t been a day that I haven’t thought about you or shared stories with Johnny and Tank. Having Johnny here helped, but we missed you. God, how we have missed you! I understand you need time, but I need you to know that I’m here. You’re my girl.”
I’m starting to waffle now, and I get the feeling she isn’t going to talk, so I move to get up and make my way down the hall. A small voice stops me dead.
“Jason.”
Slowly turning, I see Carrie standing just outside the door in one of my t-shirts. Fuck she looks good in my clothes. Time seems to slow down as we stand just staring at each other. Making my way to her, she stays standing in the doorway.
“Wanna go inside?” I say.
Not wanting to come across as pushy, but she seems to be only wearing my t-shirt, and I don’t want anyone else to see her like that. Nodding, she goes back into the room and gets under the sheet. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I make sure to give her room.
“How are you feeling? Are you still in pain?” I start to reel off the questions.
“I’m feeling better. The pain isn’t too bad. Not the worst I’ve felt, so manageable,” she replies quietly.
I flinch at that statement, I honestly tried not to, but fuck, she should never feel pain. Looking at her, she looks sad. Before I realize what I’m doing, more questions follow.
“Do you need anything? Clothes, women stuff?” I ask nervously.
“Women stuff?” she chuckles
“Yeah, you know, nice smelling girly shit,” I shrug.
This makes her laugh, and fuck if it is not the best sound ever. It makes me smile, and I want to keep hearing that for the rest of my life.
“Yeah, dude, I get whatcha mean. Girly shit and some clothes would be nice,” she says, still giggling. “Whose room is this?” she asks.
“Oh, this is my room,” I confirm.
“Ah, well, I’m wearing your boxers and shirt, sorry,” she replies sheepishly.
Fuck, the thought of her in my boxers has my cock standing to attention. Not now, man! Getting my phone out, I text Kate, she replies, saying she and Beau will sort it while they are out.
“Kate is going to get you some stuff while she’s out with Beau,” I tell her.
“Thank you, Jason,” she says, giving me a slight smile.
“You’re welcome. Anything you need, just let me know,” I say as I can’t stop looking at her.
I can see her looking at my cut. She runs her fingers over the patch showing my road name.
“Now that road name has got to have a story,” she teases.
