Page 57 of Wreckage of My Life
“Em, a human being is sitting in jail for something he didn’t do. At least not during the time they’re accusing him of it. If it was you, wouldn’t you want to help? Have a clear conscience about it?”
Emily takes a minute to mull things over. And while I am a little offended that she’s not jumping into this with me like I feel I would do for her, I can also respect the fact that she’s trying to be smart about things.
“I’ll call my dad,” she finally nods, decision made. “He’ll know what we need to do next. You’re right. You need to talk to the police.”
“Thank you, Em,” I sigh in relief.
I hope to God that I’m not making a mistake.
24
Wrecker
Planningthis trip out to Dallas has been nothing short of a military operation. Everything had to be organized down to the last second, and there were lots of moving parts involved. Me, Sully and Puck always worked well together, but now we had Shortie to worry about. He is an intricate part of our plan, and we can’t have him die on us.
Now, as I’m sitting across Sully in the lobby of the fancy hotel we found ourselves in following our communication with Stewart, I pray that it’ll all work out.
“You got her out of your system?” he lifts his chin, assessing me in his quiet way.
“Yeah,” I respond without meeting his eyes. Not sure I could I ever get Becca out of my system. “All set up?”
Sully makes a show of checking his phone, nodding to himself in approval when he likes whatever he’s seeing on the screen.
“We’re all good for the weekend after next. You ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I mutter right before I lift to my lips the cup of freshly brewed coffee he had waiting for me, my mind wandering to the way I left Becca upstairs in her room.
The morning started really well. Too good, in fact. Becca’s naked body was plastered to my side, and it would’ve been so easy to just turn over and slip right into her tight pussy. Something stopped me though, and I’m not sure what.
With a heavy sigh, I got out of bed, went to the bathroom to empty my bladder, washed my hands and face, then came back out to grab my clothes and get dressed.
I debated for a second if I should write another message on Becca’s back, much like I did when I left her in her hotel room back home. In the end, I decided that it’d be too lame.
I walked out of her room, making sure not to let the door slam behind me. As soon as the lock engaged, I regretted not having kissed Becca one last time.
But what if she woke up? And asked questions? Begged me to stay?
It’s better this way, I decided and headed toward the stairs that’d eventually take me to the lobby.
“Did you talk to your brother?” Sully’s voice interrupts my thoughts of Becca and all the what if’s when it comes down to her.
“Yeah,” is all I say.
I called Wyatt to make sure he still planned on coming to Texas to visit Ethan, and he promised he’d be here this weekend. His woman’s sister is getting married on Saturday, and since they’re joined at the hip, they can’t make it until the day after.
I realize that I’ll need him now more than ever, something I never imagined would ever happen. Now I wonder if I made a mistake in bringing Ethan home with me. I should’ve just left him with Wyatt. His woman would’ve made sure he was properly taken care of.
“Check this out,” Sully kicks at my legs that are stretched out in front of me. I am momentarily confused as I look around us, not sure what to expect. My eyebrows go up in surprise when I notice Puck walking across the lobby with the Emily chick, Shortie’s cousin.
“Looks like lack of height runs in the family,” I elbow Sully and chuckle under my breath.
“Fuckin’ aye,” he snorts out. “And what the fuck is he wearing?”
“Slacks and button down shirt,” I shrug in confusion mixed with a healthy dose of amusement.
“Are those loafers on his feet?” Sully’s voice travels around us, reaching Puck just as he puts a hand on the chick’s waist to walk her outside. He turns his head, his eyes zeroing right on us. We start snickering but try to mask it by coughing into our fists when Emily turns around, trying to figure out what caught Puck’s attention. We turn to stare at each other but not before Puck gets a chance to show us the finger from behind Emily.
“Fucker’s lost his mind,” Sully shakes his head in disappointment as the large doors of the hotel slide back closed.
