Page 64 of Wreckage of Us
“Not really,” I shrug. “Just that she is his friend. Do they go to school together?”
“She’s a year old, dude,” Wyatt cracks up.
“Jesus Christ,” I rub a hand over my eyes. “We’ll have to talk about it more some other time, Wyatt,” I cut him off. “I need to go pack a bag for Becca. She’s gonna stay with Ma and…” I hesitate for a second. “Your dad,” I finally say.
“That’s the weirdest thing I’ve heard in a while,” he snorts.
“Yeah, tell me about it,” I nod in agreement even though he can see me.
“Dylan,” my brother’s voice gets serious now. “Please be careful,” he tells me in a quiet voice. “I know we got a fucked up relationship, but… I love you, man.”
That’s the last thing I expected him to say.
“Wyatt, if anything happens to me…”
“So, I tell you that I love you, and you get suicidal on me?” Wyatt chastises me, making me smile in spite of myself.
“I will do everything in my power to make sure this shit ends sooner rather than later,” I explain to him. “I need to protect Becca and the baby. They need to be my focus right now, and you don’t know how much it means to me that you are watching over Ethan.”
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath sounding very much like, well, me.
“Pretty much,” I agree. “And if I die while doing all this, promise me that you’ll stay in touch with Becca. I want Ethan to get to know the new baby…”
“I will,” Wyatt agrees abruptly.
“Okay then,” I sigh in relief. “I guess that’s it then. I have to go now.”
“Be careful, brother,” he tells me one more time.
“I love you, Wyatt,” I finally return his words from minutes ago, then hurry up and hang up.
Without any other thought, I get the truck running and start driving toward Becca’s house. As I am about to pass her favorite fast food in town, I decide to grab her one of her milkshakes. That will hopefully help when I tell her that she can’t come home for a while.
I get in line and wait with impatience. I got one car left in front of me before it is my turn, when my cell phone starts ringing. It’s Sully.
“What’s going on?” I demand as soon as the call connects.
“The alarms at the house keep on going off, but we’re checking and there’s no one there.”
“Fuck.” I bring my phone down to look at my screen. I have a bunch of notifications for that, too. They must’ve come through while I was on the phone with Wyatt.
“You shouldn’t go there just now,” Sully warns. “Not by yourself at least.”
“I’ll be fine,” I assure him. “I got both of my guns on me.”
“Just wait for us, dude,” Sully begs. “We need about half an hour for Puck to finish his shit here. I think the fucker is about to send us all his money for this transaction.”
“Okay,” I tell him what he wants to hear. “I’ll wait,” I promise even though I have no intention of doing so.
18
Dylan
Knowingthat Becca is with Ma under Devereaux’s watchful eyes, I don’t exactly rush getting home, but I don’t drag it either.
“Shit, this is really good,” I mumble to myself when I give into the temptation and take a sip out of Becca’s milkshake. No wonder she’s been drinking these things like water lately.
I pull into the driveway, but don’t get out of the truck right away. Instead, I open the security app and start going over all the cameras we have set up. I am pissed now that we didn’t think of installing a second set as a backup. Hopefully we’ll have time while Puck strikes his deal with whoever is messing with us online. I still have a hard time thinking it’s my father.
