Page 50 of Wreckage of Me
“I was thinking about heading down to Florida,” I finally admit out loud.
“Huh, why Florida? It’s far as fuck,” he mumbles under his breath right before he takes another sip of coffee.
“Yeah, but it’s warm there. What the hell are you gonna do here when you get snow, fucker?” I challenge him. “How are you gonna ride your bike?”
“Puck likes it here,” is all he says, like they’re joined at the hip, and whatever Puck wants, Sully will follow. That seems off to me. I mean, they’re best friends, but isn’t this a bit extreme?
“Have you tried contacting your family?” I ask even though I know he doesn’t have much in terms of blood family.
“Nah, there’s no one left. Not since my ma died,” he blows me off and doesn’t offer any more information on the subject.
“Then why don’t you come to Florida with me?” I offer, the hope in my voice surprising even me. I’ve never been alone like this in my entire life. How the hell am I gonna make it? Maybe I could start another club down there. Or join one of the clubs down there?
“I can’t leave Puck alone here, man,” Sully tells me, and the serious tone of his voice cannot disguise the care in it.
“We’ll take him with us,” I offer.
“Nah, he’s dead-set on staying here,” Sully explains. “He can’t wait for the snow, like a little kid, swear to fuck.”
“He is like a little kid,” I chuckle. “A giant ass little kid.”
“That leaves us with one other option,” Sully watches me carefully when he says that.
“What?”
“You could actually man up and stay the fuck here. Claim that girl,” he jerks his chin at me in challenge.
The doorbell ringing saves me from trying to come up with an excuse on why that wouldn’t work. I’m trying really hard not fuck anybody else up. Have I not done enough?
“Wait,” Sully stops me when I’m about to go answer the door after seeing he’s not moving from his spot in the kitchen. “I just installed this new video surveillance system last night. This is our first visitor since.”
I wait for him to mess around with his phone, tapping away until he freezes with his eyes on the screen.
“Well,” he smirks at me. “This is interesting.”
“What is?” I cross my arms and lean against the large kitchen island.
“Arlene is here,” he starts laughing.
“What the fuck,” I mutter, mostly to myself, and walk to the door to open in.
My stomach is in knots when I come face to face with my mother.
“Dylan Anthony Knight,” she gasps when her eyes meet mine. “How dare you do this to me?” I’ve never heard her voice coming as strong as it does now. She is not the almost meek woman I left back at the clubhouse over six months ago.
“Anthony,” Sully coughs into his fist behind me, but I ignore him. The emotion in my mother’s eyes seeing me for the first time in months is making me weak in the knees.
“Ma,” I open my arms in silent invitation, and she doesn’t disappoint. She grabs me in a hug so strong, she almost takes my breath away.
“I am so happy you’re okay,” she whispers over and over. “I was so damn worried, even though Jon told me you were okay.”
I meet Sully’s eyes over her head and nod in confirmation when he mouths at me, “Devereaux?”
I have no idea what my mom’s connection is with Devereaux, but I sure as hell hope that her being here now means she’s about to tell me.
“How did you find me?” I finally set her back long enough to ask. It’s weird as fuck hugging her like that, hugging anyone like that, after years where I conditioned myself not to show any physical affection. I was very careful at all times, even when I fucked the whores.
“You think you’re the only one with connections, Dylan,” she scoffs at me. “I put up with a lot of shit over the years, but that was just to protect my boys,” she adds. “You and Wyatt have always been the two most important people in my life. And now there’s Ethan,” she gives me a happy smile.
