Page 48 of Wreckage of Us
“Anyway,” Puck brings my attention back to him. “Whoever he’s got out there, I am leaning toward them having stopped talking.”
“Fuck,” I drop in a chair by his desk. “I need this shit to be over. Becca is stressed out, can’t even go to work anymore because of it.”
“So I heard,” Puck eyes me carefully. “Emily’s not happy. She is mad that your girl didn’t tell her in person that she was taking time off.”
“Well,” I lean back and cross my hands over my stomach. “My girl would’ve been happy to tell her all about it had your girl answered any of her messages for the past month.”
It’s been a full month now since I moved into Becca’s house. Things are a lot better than after our first couple of days when she just wanted to snap my head off. Now, we seem to have found some common ground, and I am working hard on building on that.
I was serious when I told her I wasn’t planning on leaving her again, but I can tell that she doesn’t believe it. She goes to bed alone every night, a fact that kills me. I want to hold her while she sleeps. I want to make sure she is okay. And, most importantly, I want to talk to her about her pregnancy. However, she avoids it at all costs, and she won’t let me go to her doctor appointments either. I could’ve forced my way in, but I decided against it.
“What’s up, fuckers?” Sully strolls into the room, coming from God knows where.
“Where the hell have you been?” Puck snaps at him. “I called your cell earlier, and it sounded like you answered, but then I heard the voice of a little kid. Who the hell was that?”
My eyebrows go up in surprise at that little morsel of information.
“None of your business,” Sully grumbles, and I am even more surprised.
Puck turns his head and eyes him up and down like he doesn’t even know him. I really need to be present when he finds out they’re related. He is just about to say something when his computer dings with a message, and his entire focus becomes that.
“Why didn’t I know you were this good on the computer, asshole?” I kick at his chair, making it roll a bit on the hardwood flooring.
“You never asked,” he shrugs, eyes on the screen. “Besides, Shorty was the star in the IT department, it worked out well that Bricks was not aware of it.”
“Wouldn’t that mean you were a traitor though?” I question him. Being loyal to the club had been paramount. Without that, there would have been no trust. And without trust, you were just a dead man walking.
“Not any more of a traitor than you were,” Puck deadpans, and fuck, the asshole is right.
“He got you there,” Sully smirks at me, making me roll my eyes at the ceiling.
I check the time on my cell phone, surprised to see it’s almost noon. I’ve been watching Puck messing around on the computer for close to three hours now.
“I’m leaving.” I stand up abruptly as I announce my departure to the room at large. “Call me right away if you find anything,” I point a finger at Puck.
He just lifts his arm up in some sort of wave, I suppose, without taking his eyes off whatever he’s reading there.
“And you,” I point a finger at Sully. “I wanna know what the fuck is going on with you, too.”
“Yes, dad,” he teases me, but it is sobering to hear, so I don’t respond. Instead, I just walk out the door and to the truck.
“Fuck, it’s cold,” I mumble to myself when the cool air hits me, and I pull the knitted hat I got on lower over my ears. I only have a heavy sweatshirt over a long sleeved t-shirt. I feel like I should be allowed to wear a winter coat, but the horror on Becca’s face when I mentioned it the other day made me rethink it.
“There’s no snow yet,” she pointed outside, like I couldn’t see there was no snow.
“I’m not used to this shit, baby,” I tried to explain. “I’m gonna freeze my balls off.”
“But it was warm out today.” The tone of her voice clearly indicated that she can’t understand what my body is going through. But I would like it to be noted that I could almost see my breath while we were chatting about the weather, and that’s with the sun out. What the fuck do people do when there’s no sun?
Now, I rush to the truck and jump in, turning up the heat in my seat, praying that it won’t take long before I can feel it against my back. The drive to Becca’s is about twenty minutes so not too bad.
Since we installed all the cameras around the house and property, I am not worried about leaving her home alone during the day. And she knows to keep her phone on her at all times and to call me no matter how unimportant she may think it is.
I detour by her favorite ice cream place to get her a milk shake. She’s been craving them lately, and I’m pretty sure I got enough reward points for this one to be free.
I pull in their drive-thru, and as I wait for cars in front of me to place their orders, I start messing with my phone. I open the app connected to the security system at Becca’s house. I methodically go through each camera, and we have them everywhere except for the bedrooms and bathrooms. But the house lies on a huge piece of property, and it is so easy for anyone to hide and spy on her, so there was a lot to cover when Puck and Sully went to work on it.
I start with the inside of the house, going through all the rooms, finding Becca safely in the kitchen. She’s making herself a cup of tea, which seems to be the norm for her.
