Page 31 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
Puck
“For the record,”I squint my eyes through the smoke to look at Wrecker and Sully, “I never expected to be put in charge of babysitting.”
“But you’re so good at it,” Sully deadpans. “Which only makes sense considering you’re the youngest of us.”
“That’s discrimination,” I inform him.
“What is?”
“You holding my young age against me,” I explain, my voice going up an octave.
Not like I’m a kid or anything seeing that I’m going to be thirty-three soon. But out of the three of us, yes, I am the youngest, only by a year or two though.
“Thanks for your help, brother,” Wrecker grunts from his spot at the table.
The three of us are sitting outside at the picnic table, away from everyone else, trying to recover from this fucking road trip we just completed.
Me and Sully driving to Illinois to get Wrecker and his son was easy. Me and Sully driving back home to Texas with Wrecker and his kid was a nightmare.
Ethan, the kid in question, just cried. All the way. All the fuckin’ time. He didn’t want to eat, he didn’t want to sleep, he didn’t care that I told him he’d die of starvation and exhaustion. Nope, he just screamed for Wrecker’s brother and his woman.
“My head will never recover from that,” I announce to my closest brothers in the club. “My brain legit aches right now. I need to get high and to get my dick sucked hard. That’s the only thing that will help me recover.”
“Imagine if the kid was yours and you couldn’t get away to get high or get your dick sucked hard,” Wrecker kicks at my leg under the table. He looks tired. Riding in the van with broken ribs was not easy. I tried not to hit any potholes, but I ain’t gonna lie, it happened. And he swore up a storm.
His words now sober me right up though. All jokes aside, I can’t imagine how scared that little boy has to be. He is only four. His mom kicked him to the curb, and his father is trying but has a hard time connecting with him. The only people who were able to bond with him were Wyatt Knight and his woman up in Illinois. We took him away from there, and that’s why he screamed all the way to Texas.
“Fuck, my ears are ringing.” I rub my hands over my hair, making it stick all over. “What are you gonna do with him now?” I watch Wrecker when I ask.
“Fuck if I know,” Wrecker just stares at nothing. “I’m gonna go find Ma, she’ll help me out.”
With that, he just stands up and leaves, leaving me and Sully to stare after him with concern.
“Shortie’s got news,” Sully informs me as soon as Wrecker is inside the clubhouse. “You sure you still in?” he juts his chin at me.
“Fucker, I never joined this club because I wanted to,” I remind him. “I got money saved up, and I am ready to get the fuck out. Because mark my words,” I point at him to make sure he listens, “we either get the fuck out, or Bricks is gonna have us killed. I just know it.”
“Well, considering we are officially on Team Wrecker now, yeah, we’ll be dead in no time,” Sully agrees.
“Team Wrecker? What the fuck is that? Like Team Spike?”
“Who the fuck is Spike?” Sully just stares at me in confusion.
“From Buffy, the vampire show. Team Spike or Team Angel,” I explain like it’s common knowledge. From the look on Sully’s face, it’s not.
“Stop watching Netflix so much,” he finally tells me. “It’ll do permanent damage to your brain.”
“Eh, Ruby was into it,” I mention one of the club whores who I fuck on the regular. “She wanted to watch it in between fucking. And she’d let me fuck her in the ass if I let her do a marathon of it on the weekends.”
Sully watches me as if he is seeing me for the first time.
“What if you end up not being able to fuck unless you got Buffy on?” he finally asks, and he has my full attention. I am truly concerned.
“You think that’s possible?”
“Sure,” he shrugs. “She conditioned you to fuck while watching some vampire chick flick. You’re fucked.”
“Fuck,” I mutter.
