Page 12 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“I expect a full report by the end of the day tomorrow. Whether he stays or goes. If he goes, you know what to do.”
He smirks in real amusement, then lifts his arm and points at me, making a gun with his thumb and forefinger. “Pow,” he grins.
The effort it takes me not to react is taking everything out of me. I’m fairly certain I will collapse to the ground as soon as I think he can’t see me.
Unfortunately, I am not out of the woods yet.
Bricks signals for his men to follow as he walks out of the warehouse. With my fucking cell phone. What am I supposed to do now?
I remain frozen to my spot as I listen to their footsteps echoing around the empty warehouse when they all walk out. All but one.
“You’re shit for a liar,” Wrecker, Bricks’ number one man, according to him, calls me out on what I said to his boss earlier.
“About what?” I swallow hard, trying not to lose my composure.
Wrecker just smirks, the way his mouth lifts on one side very similar to Bricks’.
“You didn’t fool him, you know,” he leans back against the wall he’s been standing by all this time. “He’ll find joy in having you killed. Especially since he hates your father.”
“Why does he hate Kenny?” I ask, curiosity getting the best of me. I don’t correct him on the part where he calls Kenny my father. I’m not sure yet if it’ll work for or against me.
Wrecker pushes himself off the wall and takes slow steps toward where I’m standing. I haven’t moved an inch since I came in earlier.
“Kenny made some very bad business deals,” he informs me. “He got tangled up with bad people,” he continues. “Like my father.”
“Who’s your father?” I ask even though I suspect it by now.
“The man who’s chomping at the bit to put a bullet in your head,” he laughs. It doesn’t sound like he cares whether I live or die.
I should’ve known that my mother would try to screw me over on this one too. She literally sent me to the one person who may or may not hate Kenneth Adams more than I do. And because of that, I am on his shit list as well.
“Do you at least know how to ride a bicycle?” he raises an eyebrow in question at me, sounding condescending as all fuck. “You know, riding on two wheels?”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes at him. “Yes.”
His smile gets bigger, but I’m still not sure if it is a good thing or not. Most likely not. I realize it when I notice it sliding off his face.
“Being invited to prospect for the club is not something you should take lightly,” he informs me. “Not everyone who wants to join gets an invitation.”
“I understand,” I mutter through clenched teeth.
“You’re gonna follow me out into the country,” Wrecker continues as if I never spoke. “You’re gonna get on a fuckin’ bike and ride it like your life depends on it. Because it does. Do you understand that?”
“I…”
Wrecker hears my hesitation and cuts me off.
“If that’s how you feel, then I’ll just take you out now. It’ll save us both a lot of trouble in the long run. Besides,” he stretches his shoulders, “I’m tired, had a long day. I need pussy and I need sleep. In that order.”
“I’m scared,” I admit, mostly to myself. I should’ve probably kept it to myself, but I have no one I can share any of this with.
Wrecker watches me with eyes wiser way beyond his years. He’s maybe a couple of years older than I am, but still young. The expression on his face is making me wonder what he’s seen or done in his lifetime.
“Fear will get you killed,” he informs me in a cold tone. “No questions asked.”
I nod in understanding, but he’s not done giving me a piece of his mind.
“You made a mistake when you came here asking for help. Bricks doesn’t help anyone out of the kindness of his heart,” he tells me. “Mostly because he doesn’t give a fuck. But even more because he doesn’t have a heart.”
