Page 20 of Wreckage of My Life
I like it, too.
9
Wrecker
My father goton my ass again about going to Wisconsin. I managed to avoid the subject for the last two times I rode up to Illinois to figure this shit with Mia out. Now, the time has come for me to go pick up Ethan and bring him home with me. Wyatt’s got it all figured out for me. The bitch signed off on all the papers he put in front of her, and I am due at her door in three days’ time. So, I figured it’ll take me two days to get there, and I’ll get him on the third.
“You’ll be here for that weekend then?” Wyatt seems to be going through a checklist of all that needs to be done before I get there. He also seems to be distracted. I’m positive it’s got something to do with his best friend, Alison. He’s got the hots for her and doesn’t know how to go about it. I’ll make sure to give him shit about it when I see him.
“Looks like it,” I confirm.
Unfortunately, I will have to leave a day early and waste it on this fucker that my father has ordered me to meet with. Ultimately, he is my president, and I have to follow his orders unless I want to bring it up to our next church meeting and put it up for a vote. That’d only enrage him further. I’ve done some investigating on the Vipers, and their prez checked out. Only one way to verify that, I suppose.
I don’t tell Wyatt all this as it is club business, and he is not a part of it.
“Okay. I have to meet up with Mia one more time before you get here. I really hate the bitch. You owe me big,” he sighs into the phone.
“You mean, the obnoxious fee I pay you for this is not doing it?” I sound bored and uncaring even to my own ears. Wyatt doesn’t take it personally, though, he knows me better than he thinks.
“Yeah, I need a bonus,” he jokes, and I manage to crack a smile.
Smiling has come easier lately since meeting Becca. And speaking of her, I check the time, only to realize that I only have an hour before the time I told her I’d be at her hotel by. This is her last night here. I press my hand on my chest, hating the painful twinge I feel there every time I think of not ever seeing her again.
I have shared way more with her than with anyone else in my entire life. Not too many people know my real name, and even less people now know that I have a son. I have no idea what made me trust her like that. What’s so special about her? There are plenty of blue eyed, dark haired bitches around here. In fact, the club is full of them. Why her?
Because she seems sincere in her interest in you, fucker, a voice dares to echo in my head.
“Dylan,” my mother’s voice calls from behind me. I am seated at the bar, my back to her and the rest of the world.
“Arlene,” I chuckle. I’m gonna call her that every time she calls me by my given name instead of by my club name.
“Stop with that,” her angry voice comes from the side now. She takes a seat next to me, making sure that she’s facing me. “Did you talk to Wyatt?”
I hate the way her voice hitches when she asks about her second born. Her baby. Her favorite. The fucker left and got away with it. Not sure how the hell that happened.
“Yeah, I talked to Wyatt.” I throw back the shot of tequila I had in front of me, slamming the glass back on the hard surface of the bar top. I don’t say anything else, just waiting on my mother as she’s stewing in her seat.
“What else can I help you with?” I raise my eyebrow at her when she continues staying silent.
“How is he?”
I roll my eyes to the ceiling in disgust; she is damn predictable. “He’s fine. Lusting over some bitch up there,” I snicker.
“Did he see Ethan?” She sounds so hopeful. Ever since I confirmed to her that Mia’s kid was mine, and then that he was coming to live with me, she’s gone crazy prepping for the event. I don’t ever remember her doing something with so much joy for me. Yeah, I’m bitter, sue me.
“I don’t fuckin’ know,” I shrug. “He’s met with the whore, so I’m sure he had to have seen the kid too at some point.”
My mother gasps in shock at my response. I know she was hoping that learning I had a kid would soften me up more, especially toward her. However, what she doesn’t understand is that I can’t ever show any weakness that my father could catch wind off. He is capable of unspeakable things in order to make me follow his orders. That’s why I am an asshole in general, but especially toward my mother.
She’s suffering because of my attitude toward her, but she’d be suffering a lot more if my father beat her and had sex with other women in front of her, and God knows what else, just so that he could blackmail me with it. He leaves her alone for the most part because he doesn’t think I care. She does pay plenty for Wyatt leaving. Has been for a decade and a half.
With a heavy sigh, she finally goes away. I signal for another shot and check the time on my phone again.
“Got plans?” My father’s right hand man, our sergeant-at-arms, Snake, takes the seat next to me that’s just been vacated.
I don’t respond right away, but I know my father is sitting at the other end of the bar. I don’t move my head, but my eyes do follow his moves in the large mirror behind the shelves where all the liquor is displayed. He is currently watching me and his human earpiece here with shrewd eyes.
He knows about Becca, I realize with a start. Fuck.
