Page 63 of Wreckage of Us
“Okay,” I push myself away from the desk. “I’ll leave you two ladies to this shit,” I nod toward the computer. “I’m gonna go home and pack a bag for Becca. She’ll have to stay with Ma no matter if she wants to or not.”
“Wait,” Puck calls after me. “What about her brother?”
Fuck. Colton.
“He’s away at training camp,” I remember in an instant and sigh with relief. “He should be gone for the next six days.”
“He’s always at training camp,” Puck snorts in disbelief.
“What are you saying?” I lift an eyebrow at him.
“I’m saying that I think he’s atfuckingcamp. But what do I know,” he shrugs and blows me off. Whatever, it’s not my problem where Colton goes as long as he’s not home when this bullshit will take place.
“Call me with news,” I call to my two new business partners and walk out to my truck. I ended up buying one of my own. Sully was sick of me borrowing his all the time. And it’s too cold to ride my bike around. Not to mention, I can’t put a pregnant Becca on the back of it, no matter how much I love her arms around me.
I get in the driver’s seat and take a moment to digest all the information that just got thrown at me. I know it looks as if we’re planning this off the seat of our pants, but I trust Puck and Sully with my life. Just like before when we were in the club. I know they’ll pull through for me and Becca. And, most importantly, for our baby.
I grab my cell phone and look up Wyatt’s number.
“Well, if it isn’t Uncle Dylan calling us, baby girl,” he says in way of greeting, signaling that he is in charge of Parker at the moment.
“Wy, listen to me.” I don’t have time for small talk, and he doesn’t disappoint when he gets quiet.
“What’s going on?” His voice comes out stronger. I hear a bit of chatter in the background, like Alison is taking the baby from him and walks away.
“Puck and Sully have been following some leads online…”
“About Pops?” Wyatt asks for confirmation.
“Yeah. All of a sudden there was no sign of him anymore,” I explain. “We’ve been waiting for months now. Becca hasn’t been going to work so I could watch her…”
“You better marry that girl,” he slides in smoothly.
“Yeah, I sure as fuck plan on it,” I assure him. “But first, I need this motherfucker out of our lives for good, Wy.”
“Agreed,” is all he says. “What do you need me to do?”
“I need you to make sure Ethan is safe.”
“You think he’d come here for him?” Wyatt asks in disbelief.
“I have no idea,” I admit. “I feel like whatever he’s doing online is just a distraction. He’s leading us on, wants to throw us off his scent,” I explain.
“Sounds like something the fucker would do,” Wyatt agrees. “Ethan will be safe, brother. I swear it on my life.”
I sigh and drop my head back on the headrest of the seat.
“I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to Alison or the baby because of this, Wyatt,” I finally confess. It’s been on the back of my mind ever since they took off in a rush after Puck told me Pops was alive and watching Becca.
“I got it under control here, Dyl,” my little brother assures me. “I got a top of the line security system, and I also hired some guys to patrol the neighborhood. Your son’s future father-in-law helped with that.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” People have been talking in riddles a lot lately, and I am losing all my patience for it.
“I hate to tell you,” he starts laughing. “But your kid is crushing hard on this little girl here…”
“Julia?” I ask, remembering Ethan mentioning her name.
“Yeah, he told you about her?” Wyatt sounds way too excited now.
