Page 3 of Wreckage of My Life
To be completely honest, I do love Wyatt, and I wish he’d never left. But, for my own safety, I do have to always play it like I hate him. Maybe not as much as my father does, but I can’t show any signs of weakness when it comes to my little brother. The walls always have ears, and small shit like that could end me.
“I gotta go now, Ma. Good seeing you.” I give her another hug and leave her crying in the dark hallway. She follows me but leaves space between us. We make it to the general area of the club just in time to see Number One and Number Two walking out of my father’s office.
Their eyes light up when they catch sight of me. “Wrecker!”
My father walks into the doorway, zipping up his pants and smirking like the asshole he is. I hear my mother’s pained gasp behind me, and I know she’s seen the same thing I have. She knows what it means.
Such is life in the club.
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Wrecker
“I’mgonna need you to go by yourself,” my president, also known as my father, tells me when I am sitting in his office. I cringe a little as I wonderif I am sitting in a pool of cum from him playing with Number One and Number Two.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” I retort. “We never do solo runs, it’s a club rule,” I remind him.
He watches me with cunning eyes, almost like he was expecting me to react that way. He is up to something, I just can’t tell what. My instincts never fail me, and right now they are telling me that I need to tread carefully.
“Rules can be bent,” he leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. “If your president tells you that you need to go by yourself, you do it. You don’t question it.”
“I will question it if I don’t feel it’s right. And a good prez would understand that.”
He is not happy, that much is obvious. I have no idea why he is under the impression that I am that easy to manipulate. I joined this club when I was eighteen years old, spent close to half of my life now as an active member. Not to mention, I am the vice president. I am smart enough to know that whatever he’s trying to talk me into is not kosher.
“What is this about, anyway?” He never even told me what the fuckin’ run was for.
“I have been in contact with the president of the Vipers out east.”
My eyebrows go up in surprise at that piece of information. We’ve always stayed away not only from the east coast, but from the Vipers MC, who run a good chunk of the Midwest. They do the kind of business that we don’t want to be involved in. I can live with gun and drug trafficking. I can’t deal with any sort of human trafficking, willing or unwilling.
“He has some information for us about the Savages’ charter up in Dallas.” That’s been our biggest pain in the ass for the last three years or so. They’ve slowly been trying to entrench in our territory, and it’s gotten bloody at times.
“How does the Vipers’ prez have information on the Savages that would be helpful to us? Since when does Wisconsin care what’s happening in Texas?” I know I sound sarcastic and like a know it all, but what the fuck is this?
“That’s none of your concern,” my father’s fist comes down on the hard surface of his desk, making it shake in place. If I was a lesser man, I’d jump back. Seeing that I’m not, I just smirk at him. I know he hates it when I do it.
“Whatismy concern then?”
“I need you to ride up there and pick up the flash drive he has with all the information that we need.”
“You are kidding me, right?” I bust out laughing. “If you think I’m gonna ride all the way up to Wisconsinalone,” I enunciate for emphasis, “you’re off your rocker, old man. Time to put you out to pasture,” I continue laughing, my head thrown back in amusement.
The click of the safety on my father’s gun sobers me right up. I look at him and all I see is the barrel of the gun. He is standing up now, leaning over his desk, ready to blow his son’s brains out if necessary. I know he’d do it too if he thought it’d help him any.
“Any other questions?” he growls at me just as there’s a knock on the door.
“No, just a recommendation,” I smirk knowing that if I get this bullet to the head, it’ll be worth it. “Go on this run to Wisconsin yourself.” I see his face getting redder with each passing second, and his finger is twitching on the trigger. “Alone,” I add for good measure.
I never take my eyes off his, and I see the resolution on his face when he decides to pull the trigger. I’ll finally be free of the fucker.
The door to his office bursts open, and I can only hear heavy breathing behind me. I can’t turn my head that way seeing as I have a gun pointed at my forehead.
“Wrecker,” my mother’s voice comes off a lot stronger than I’ve heard it in a long time. “Someone’s been calling the club phone looking for you. She said it’s urgent.”
There’s a moment of complete silence. My father’s hand is still pointing a gun to my head, I am grinning at him, and my mother is frozen somewhere behind me. We are such a wholesome family. The American dream, really.
“Are you going to finish this?” I lift my chin at the prez, daring him to do what he started. He’s taught me not to ever point a gun unless I mean to shoot. Based on that…
