Page 11 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“For you,” she murmurs in a soft tone.
Bang.
She’s dead.
I bring my hand down once the video stops. I am still staring at the ground, my eyes refusing to move. If I see anyone looking at me with pity, I will start crying. I can’t be crying in front of these criminals. I wouldn’t be able to handle them mocking me afterward. Or worse. What if they decide to shoot me in the head too and take me out of my misery? I’d be joining my mother in the afterlife. And considering I didn’t want to be with her in this life, that would be very unfortunate.
“Huh,” Bricks finally reacts, but not in any way I expected. “Well, that was interesting. Thanks for sharing,” he chuckles like he didn’t just see the recording of a woman blowing her brains out.
The surprise makes me bring my head up, and I meet his eyes. They are cold, uncaring and unforgiving.
“Why would good ol’ Kenny want you dead, too?” he asks the obvious question. “He already has her dead. That took him a while,” he laughs again, so hard in fact, that he starts coughing. “Right, Snake?”
“Yeah, Prez,” Snake starts laughing as well. It’s just the two of them laughing.
My eyes go to Wrecker. He is watching me with interest and possibly pity, but he doesn’t react in any other way.
“I’ll tell you what, kid,” Bricks finally calms himself down enough to speak. “I do owe Elaine a favor from a few years back,” he surprises me when he says it. “You can hang around and prospect for the club. If you’re good enough, you can stay. If you’re not, you’re dead,” he shrugs as he lays out his conditions.
I just stare at him, my mouth opening and closing like I’m a fish out of water. I have no idea how to respond. When I came to him for help, I didn’t not expect this type of a behavior or reaction toward my mother’s death.
“Give me your phone,” Bricks orders in a brisk tone.
“What?” I squeeze my fingers harder around my cell phone. If I give it to him, how will I communicate with my friends from college?
Bricks takes a deep breath, his annoyance with me obvious.
“I will only explain this to you once,” he warns. “When I ask you to do something, you do it. You do not ask questions or clarification. I tell you to go scrub a toilet, you do it. I tell you to fuck a whore, you do it. I tell you to kill someone, you fuckin’ do it.”
I’m pretty sure my eyes are about to fall out of my head at this point. I am scared to blink.
Bricks takes a few steps forward until he is right in front of me. He leans in a bit, his face only inches from mine. I can smell the weed off his breath.
“Do you understand the words that just came out of my mouth?” he growls in a menacing tone.
I clear my dry throat, ready to puke at his feet.
“Yes, sir,” I finally say around the lump in the back of my throat.
“Now hand over your fuckin’ phone.”
My hand that’s holding the cell phone comes up of its own volition. Bricks grabs the phone without takins his eyes off my face, then straightens his body back up, and takes two steps back.
“You drove here?” he asks after a few moments of uncomfortable for me silence.
“Yes, sir,” I nod in confirmation.
“Have you ever been on a motorcycle?”
I swallow hard. Not only that I’ve never been on a motorcycle, but I’ve never had any desire to. This is going to turn to shit fast.
“A few times,” I shrug and lie through my teeth.
The look on Bricks’ face tells me that he’s not believing a word of what I just said. I almost pass out in relief when I hear his next words.
“Wrecker, here’s your new prospect.”
But then, just as fast, he takes my hope away.
