Page 48 of Wreckage of My Life
“Get out of this motherfuckin’ cursed ass club,” Sully smirks knowingly.
“How?”
“You in?” It’s never been a mystery why Sully’s been one of my best men here in the club. He’s always had my back, and he never made me doubt him. Same with Puck. And now, it looks like I have no choice but to bring Shortie into the fold as well.
“I’m in,” I give him a slow nod and prepare to hear what he’s got planned.
“Shortie here has an uncle up in Montana,” Sully throws an arm out to point at Shortie, but my brain now has Montana on a loop, bouncing around in my head. “He’s into all sort of, what should we call them, Shortie?” he spins in his chair to face him.
“Activities?” Shortie shrugs like that’s the best he can come up with.
“Activities,” Sully snaps his fingers at him. “He needs some heavy security for his daughter who’s supposed to come to Austin on the sixteenth of this month.”
I do the math in my head real quick. “That’s coming up soon.”
“Sure is,” Sully starts working on the wrapper off a lollipop, the wrinkling noise making me want to snatch it out of his hand and throw it in the garbage. “The daughter,” Sully continues.
“My cousin,” Shortie interrupts proudly.
“Yes, Shortie’s cousin.” I am impressed with the patience Sully shows to Shortie, almost like he’s talking to a little kid. “She’s coming down to settle her mother’s estate, or some shit along those lines. Her father can’t make it. He wants his daughter protected at all times.”
“It’s imperative,” Shortie interrupts again.
“Yes, imperative,” Sully agrees.
“So, what does this have anything to do with us?” I don’t see why I should care what Shortie’s cousin is doing. Especially when said cousin lives in Montana. Which is where Becca lives. And I can’t be thinking of Becca now. It’ll fuck me up again.
“This whole thing is important enough where he’ll owe us,” Sully pops the lollipop out of his mouth and points it at me.
“And how’s he gonna pay?” That is the obvious question.
“He’ll help us get away from here, all four of us,” Sully shrugs as he explains.
“He’s got dirt on the prez,” Shortie inserts himself in the conversation, happy to participate with something useful. “He’ll force him to let us out.”
“And go where?”
“He’s got connections in Utah,” Sully mumbles around the lollipop sticking out of his mouth. “We’ll go there.”
I take my time and watch both of them thoughtfully. It all sounds way too easy and good to be true. On top of that, what are the odds of this dude giving us safe passage to Utah, which is pretty damn close to Montana out of all the fucking places.
“I got one more piece of interesting information for you,” Sully smirks around his sucker, the stick moving with his lips.
“What’s that?” I finally ask when I see he’s not offering the information willingly.
“This cousin. What’s her name, Shortie?” Sully looks back at our buddy.
“Emily,” Shortie puffs his chest out with pride. “She’s awesome. My favorite cousin.”
“Good for you, Shortie,” Sully nods with pride, again like he’s talking to a little kid. “Anyway,” he brings his eyes back to mine. “Emily is bringing her best friend with her. Guess what her name is?” he’s grinning up at me now like the damn cat that ate all the cream. No. It can’t be. What are the fucking odds?
“What’s her name?” I manage to growl, although, I know what he’s going to say.
“A one Rebecca Garner.”
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