Page 73 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“Fuckin’ hell, man,” I shake my head and look out the window.
“Problem?” Sully asks helpfully from the driver’s seat.
I take in a deep breath to regroup, then turn my head to glance at him. Once again, I am struck by how familiar he looks. There’s always something about him. What the fuck is it? I need to know.
“Have you ever been so hung up on a chick that you can’t think straight about much else?” I finally ask him.
His response is quick. “Can’t say that I have, brother.” There’s a long pause before he talks again. “Do you think you’re in love with her?”
I swallow around the lump in the back of my throat. I am so hooked on Emily, I would do anything for her.Except to call her when she needed you,fucker, a small voice comments in the back of my head.
“I think so,” I tell Sully. “I just want to be with her. And it’s not that I can’t get it up for anyone else, because I can.” That’s just a physical reaction after all. “But I don’t want to stick it in anyone else but her, know what I’m sayin’?”
Sully just nods at me, but he doesn’t elaborate any further.
We continue the rest of the close to four hour ride in silence, with just an occasional comment here and there. We both have a lot on our minds. After all, we are about to give the ultimate betrayal to the club we pledged allegiance to.
“Here we go,” Sully mutters quietly when the building that’s been Wrecker’s home for months comes into view.
As soon as he parks, we both grab our bags and rush inside. Wrecker is at the door, waiting.
“Dude,” he grubs Sully in a tight hug and won’t let go.
“Good to see you, too, Wreck,” Sully laughs.
I step inside and close the door behind me with a loud bang.
“Ah, hell, we hugging now?”
“Come here, fucker. You know you missed me!” Wrecker wraps his arm around my neck and pulls me into him for a rare show of affection. He’s never been this kind of person, but I guess sitting here alone for months could’ve done that to him.
“How did you leave everything?”
Wrecker starts asking questions about the club and the people left inside, his main concern being Bricks and his cronies.
“Gentlemen,” Devereaux enters the room and breaks our little party. “While I am clearly excited for you to have come together again…”
“Clearly,” I cough into my fist sarcastically. His tone doesn’t reflect his words. His eyes are on me now, unforgiving, ready to kill me.
“You are here for a reason,” he continues sounding like an army general.
I salute him and click my heels. “Sir, yes, sir.”
He doesn’t respond to my being an asshole. I don’t even know why I did it. It’s definitely not a good time to joke around.
“Turn the screen on,” he tells his right hand man, Malone. He is this giant fucker, all dark skin and lots of white teeth. He can either look like he could kill you with one look, or maybe give you lots of soft hugs, like a teddy bear. It all depends on how he likes you and what his mood might be.
The large screen on the wall comes to life, and we all hold our breath in an instant. The hallways of the clubhouse come into view, the living area, the bar area where I worked my ass off for hours at a time…
I feel emotional for some odd reason. I hate the club and everything it represents. I joined it when I did because I felt like I didn’t have a choice. I was going to end up dead if I didn’t, and once I met with Bricks and his crew, they were going to kill me themselves if I didn’t. I was in a no win situation.
“Is everything set?” Devereaux asks, almost startling me. We are all being so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
“Yes, sir,” Sully assures him. I don’t have it in me to speak, and messing with him is out of the question. Besides, it dawns on me that I should be kissing his ass, with him being Emily’s father and all.
“Is Shortie out?” Devereaux asks.
“We all walked out together,” I tell him, referring to our leaving the strip club this morning. He showed up there at some point during the night.
