Page 26 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“Huh,” I let out a sound of surprise and suspicion. Then again, Shortie doesn’t seem to be working on all cylinders at all times, so I wouldn’t put it past him to actually hold a grudge over a club whore.
“We need to go to Illinois and get Wreck and the boy,” Sully tells me what the plan is.
“He’s bringing him here for real?” I ask in surprise. I knew he said that, but… “What the fuck is he gonna do with a kid in a motorcycle club?”
“Other members have kids, too, fucker. Not like it’s unheard of,” Sully deadpans.
“Good point,” I nod in agreement. “Why do we need to get them?”
“Because he crashed his bike, he’s got a couple of broken ribs, and he’s a fucked up mess in general. Also, he doesn’t know how else he can bring this boy with him.”
“And we do?” I bust out laughing.
“Fuck, you’re right,” Sully follows suit. “This is so fucked up, dude.”
We spend the next few minutes laughing our asses off, picturing us driving all the way from Illinois to Texas with a little kid in tow.
“Fuck, someone’s gonna call the cops on us,” I continue laughing. “They’re gonna say we kidnapped him.”
“Fuckin’ aye,” Sully cracks up, too. “Give me a smoke, I fuckin’ need it.”
“A smoke, ora smoke?” I verify, moving my eyebrows up and down. “If you catch my drift.”
“I’m surprised that is the only thing I’m catching with all the pussy you’re into all the time,” he teases me. “There’s bound to be some STD that’s spread when you breathe on people. If there is, you got it. And if you got it, I just know you’re gonna give it to me, for fun.”
“It’s really lame that’s the only sexual related fun you’ll be having though, Sully,” I tease him right back. “Really sad in fact.”
“Ah, fuck you,” he laughs. “Give me that fuckin’ smoke already.”
I reach into the pocket of my club cut and get him the pack of cigarettes he’s asking for.
“We’re not telling Wrecker about Shortie possibly helping us. Not yet,” he tells me once he took a deep pull from his cigarette.
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t know if I trust Shortie just yet. He’s so fuckin’ jumpy all the time.” He really is. Also, he’s been in the club for longer than me and Sully, so he’s got more clout so to speak than the two of us put together.
“So, we’re going to Illinois, aye?” I bring us back to that.
“Sounds like it,” he shrugs.
“Is he staying with Wyatt?”
“Yeah, and his woman,” Sully confirms.
Wyatt is Wrecker’s brother by blood. He left the club a couple of years before I joined. The reason he was able to do it with no repercussions was because he never even got to prospect for it.
The story is sort of sketchy, but the short if it is that Wyatt Knight left the club when he was eighteen, and he never looked back. He visited maybe three times in the twelve years I’ve been around, so I met him. Nice enough guy, some fancy attorney up in Illinois, which is ironic considering what his family does for a living.
“We gonna be gone long?” I ask as an after thought.
“Why, the strippers gonna miss you?” Sully blows his smoke in my face when he asks that.
I start laughing, but then cough when I inhale some of the smoke, and it goes down the wrong way.
After a few minutes, we are back to being quiet.
“Are we really leaving the club?” I ask Sully in a small voice. I sound like a little kid, scared shitless.
