Page 32 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“Basically.”
“I’m never watching TV again while fucking,” I promise.
“I really don’t give a shit,” he snorts. “Here comes Shortie.”
My eyes move to the building. Our resident IT guru is walking out of the clubhouse and toward us. His small stature makes him look like a little kid, especially when he is hunched over like this.
“You got anything good for me?” he asks as soon as he sits down with us.
“Do you?” Sully retorts, one eyebrow raised sarcastically. Every time he does that, I swear he looks familiar.
“I may,” Shortie snickers, cutting off my assessment of Sully.
“Spill,” Sully’s assertive voice commands, almost making me stand up at command as well.
“Bricks wants Wrecker dead for sure,” he informs us, only confirming what we’ve known for a few weeks now. “He wants the boy,” Shortie leans over the table when he tells us that.
“What boy?” I ask in confusion.
“Sugar’s son,” Shortie explains. Sugar is the baby mama.
“He is Wrecker’s son,” Sully corrects him. “Sugar gave him up, legally.”
Shortie’s eye twitches a bit at hearing the news. It is an almost imperceptible movement, but it’s there.
“Bricks did a DNA test,” Shortie continues. “He thinks the kid is his.”
“When the fuck did he do that?” Sully snorts incredulously. “We just got here with him two days ago.”
“That’s when he did it.”
My eyes go back and forth between Sully and Shortie as they talk about this. My brain feels all fuzzy like, and I’m not sure I understand what’s happening. Sounds as if Bricks thinks his grandson is actually his son, and he wants to kill Wrecker, his son, and make Arlene, Wrecker’s mom, raise the boy.
“This is fucked up,” I mumble when there’s a break in the conversation.
“I talked to my uncle in Montana,” Shortie continues talking like I didn’t say a word. “He can help you guys leave and go to Utah.”
“Utah?” I say it a bit too loud, and Sully is getting ready to knock my ass out. “What the fuck is in Utah?”
Sully’s eyes dilate and look all feral when he stares me down.
“Do you want to leave the club or not? You need to decide now before you get any more involved.”
“I do,” I rush to say. And I really fuckin’ do. The club may have saved me all those years ago, but not by choice. They also turned me into someone I don’t recognize. A criminal.
“Then Utah it is,” Sully declares.
“My uncle needs a couple of bodyguards for my cousin and her friend,” Shortie informs us. “They’ll be in Dallas soon. It is really important they’re protected.”
“Who is this cousin, Shortie?” I tease him. I can tell he’s very into this.
Shortie’s face breaks into a smile at hearing my question.
“Emily,” he explains. “She’s always been my favorite cousin growing up. The only one who talked to be before I left home.”
“Emily, huh? She hot?” I ask without thinking.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Sully throws his eyes toward the sky.
