Page 25 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“I heard you the first time, asshole,” I frown his way. “So talk, who’s stopping you?”
A quick look around us shows no one is listening. Besides, the music is so loud, the thumping of the bass is shaking the walls, quite literally.
“Wreck’s in trouble,” he informs me around a sip of beer. Or a fake sip more like. The dude never drinks, and it’s a miracle when I see him going after a whore to fuck. I really don’t know what he’s doing with his free time.
What he just said does get my attention though.
“How’s he in trouble?” I ask without looking at him.
“Bricks wants him dead.”
I’m glad I was not in the process of sucking a deep drag out of my joint, or I would’ve chocked to death.
“Let’s find a place to talk,” I murmur in the corner of my mouth, never taking my eyes off the stripper’s ass. Except, I don’t really see it now. My brain is working overtime, trying to figure out what’s happening.
We stay like this for another fifteen minutes or so. Sully gets up first, I wait five more minutes. As I stand up, the stripper I watched all night saunters my way.
“Puck,” she whines when she realizes I’m on my way out. “I thought you were staying until I was done with my shift.”
“Not tonight, babe.” I stick my hand in my pocket and pull out the wad of cash I always carry with me. I peel three one hundred dollar bills and call her closer. “This is all yours,” I whisper in her ear as I stick the money in between her bare ass cheeks. She clenches and they stay. “Good girl.” I tap her on the ass, then turn around to leave.
“Your fascination with ass is just not healthy,” Sully calls me out when I make it to the parking lot.
“Eh, could be worse, brother,” I shrug and grin at him. But then my face gets serious. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Not here,” he mumbles and gets on his bike.
I follow his lead and do the same, then we ride all the way out into the country, stopping on the same property where Wrecker beat the shit out of me on that first night that started my journey into the club.
We park by where the old barn used to be. It all crashed to the ground during one bad storm a few years ago.
“When Wrecker went to get his kid from Sugar, someone tried to kill him. Ran him off the road, then shot at him.”
We recently found out, along with our esteemed vice president himself, that he had a son. Sugar, one of the club whores he used to fuck on the regular, called him out of the blue after having been gone for years, and told him he had a son, he was four, and she was done with him.
“The fuck…” I just stare at Sully. “Who?”
“Bricks.”
I continue staring at Sully, trying to process what he’d just told me. In the end, I realize that what he’s telling me is not that far fetched.
“Makes sense,” I tell him. “Dude is slippery than shit, even with his own kid. So, yeah.”
“Wrecker wants to leave the club,” are Sully’s next words. And okay, this one I did not see coming.
“What about us?” I finally ask around the sudden lump in my throat. Leaving the club is never an option once you make it in. If Wrecker dies, me and Sully might go down, too. The whole club knows we are loyal to him.
“We’re gonna have to try and leave with him,” Sully informs me, very business like. He sometimes gives me weird vibes, as if I knew him from before. But there’s no way. Sully is from Iowa, and I never lived outside the state of Texas.
“How?” I ask the obvious question. Fuck, I can’t believe I put all these years into this motherfuckin’ club, one I didn’t even want to be a part of to begin with, only to now die for it.
“Shortie is going to help us.”
That’s another surprise. Shortie is our computer guru in the club. Since I am decent on the computer, he taught me a thing or two over the years. It’s all been on the slide. Neither one of us wanted Bricks to find out. Me because I didn’t want him to give me more shit to do, and Shortie because he thought then Bricks would give me his job.
“Why would he do that?” I wonder out loud. Shortie never gave the impression that he’d choose to be loyal to the father or to the son. He was just loyal to the club, and there was that.
“I guess he had a thing for Sugar back in the day,” Sully shrugs. “Bricks meddled. Shortie’s still holding a grudge.”
