Page 22 of Wreckage of Me
Wrecker
three months later
“Sugar is back,”Shortie informs me during our daily check-in phone call. This time, we have video as well, so I can see his eyes almost bouncing in his head with happiness.
“What do you mean?” The club whore, who also happens to be the mother of my son, being back doesn’t bode well. Something is up.
“Bricks sent for her,” Shortie enlightens me, and he sounds as if he is whispering. “He said she’s gonna live with him now, at the main house.” The distress in Shortie’s voice can’t be mistaken for anything other than complete panic. This is fucking with his head.
“Does my mother know?” I ask with my heart almost beating out of my chest. Pops never made it a secret that he screwed the club whores on the regular, and I know that he used to force her to watch as well, but he’s never actively tried to move one in the house they share.
“She left this morning,” Shorty rubs at his eyes in distress. “Went up to Wyatt’s.”
I let out a sigh of relief. Being away from her for all these months only made me realize how much I hate this life for her. She deserves better.
“Are we all set for tomorrow?” I try to bring us back to the task at hand. We’ve been working so hard for the past few months, it can’t all go to hell now because Shortie can’t process the fact that Sugar is back at the club.
“Yes, all set,” he assures me, but his eyes still look crazy in his head. “Sully and Puck are set to leave on a run first thing in the morning, so they’ll be out. I also sent out a message to the nice girls, said tomorrow was for members only,” he explains and I nod in agreement. “And I also made sure that Snake would be here,” he cackles, sounding completely out of his mind.
I smile into the camera, but I ain’t gonna lie, his behavior is worrisome.
“Puck is really good on the computer,” he continues talking, almost jumping up and down in his chair. “I guess he knew some stuff from when he went to his fancy college, and now, since you’ve been gone, I taught him how to get on the dark web and all kinds of other cool stuff.”
My eyebrows go up in surprise. For one, I never really chatted with Puck about his life before he joined the club. I know some things, like the fact that his father is the head of one of the wealthiest and most influential families in this part of Texas.
For two, I didn’t know he was into computers or the dark web. It’s something we could’ve used him for before had we known, but it seems as if he wanted to keep it to himself.
Something else gnaws at the back of my mind as well.
“You’re coming here with Sully and Puck, right?” I ask for confirmation of our original plans.
The way he’s talking now, it’s almost as if he’s trying to tie loose ends, but not in the way we had agreed upon. Devereaux will not be happy since they’re related and all.
“Yeah, yeah,” he bobs his head up and down forcefully, “I’ll be there.” It doesn’t sound convincing at all.
“Anything you need to tell me, Shortie?” I focus my eyes on his face on the screen, watching his every twitch and movement of his eyes. He’s always been different, but his behavior now is raising my hackles.
He clears his throat couple of times, nervously pumping himself to start talking.
“I was thinking,” he finally says, but then pauses.
“You were thinking what?” I prod him. I want my voice to sound gentler so I don’t scare him off, but I don’t have it in me and I sound like I’m barking at him. The way he jumps in place proves it.
“I want to bring Sugar with me,” he finally tells me.
I stare at him, my face a blank mask. I can’t show any emotion right now, especially not the kind I am feeling at the moment. The fucker gave me weird vibes on that day when I went to him to have him pull a report on the club whore who claimed to have given birth to my son. It’d been obvious then that he had something going on with her.
“Why is that, Shortie?” I ask him now, keeping my voice calm and leveled.
He sees this as an opportunity to present Sugar’s case as if she’d really stand a chance.
“She is innocent in all this,” Shorty rushes to say, excited to see that I am listening. “Bricks used her, and me too, to get to you, but mostly, to get revenge against your mother. There’s all this stuff he did…”
I watch as he starts flailing his arms around, saying words that don’t mean much, however, one thing keeps on coming up, and it worries me. My father hates my mother, and he wants to hurt her bad for something she may or may not have done a long time ago.
“Do you know what that is?” I attempt to extract more information out of Shortie. I can tell that he knows a lot more than what he is telling me right now.
“It’s a long story,” he waves me off. “But it’s really smart if he managed to pull it off. Him getting rid of you, then taking your son…” Shorty starts cackling so much, it’s hurting my ears, and I have to turn the volume down a bit.
