Page 9 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
I drop to my knees and continue watching as her body falls to the ground. Red roses, blood and brain matter stain her white dress when she hits the dock in an ungraceful move.
It is over for her.
Over.
Why would she do this to me?
Light movement from outside the door to my apartment makes me jump in shock. I crawl all the way to the side and press myself against the wall. I am expecting bullets to start penetrating the wooden surface of the door. Instead, a thin envelope slides underneath, the sound just as loud in my head as if itwasa bullet.
I hold my breath, waiting to see what happens next. Light footsteps sound out in the hallway when they walk away from my door. I have no idea if there’s anyone left to wait for me, and I am scared to move.
Making as little noise as possible, I manage to crawl toward the door. I snatch the envelope from where it’s laying, then rush back to my spot against the wall and away from any windows.
With shaky fingers, and after about four or five tries, I rip at the end of the envelope so that I can get to its contents.
Inside, there is a three page document. The pages are stapled together, and I almost rip them off as I try to read through them and figure out what this is.
I am not stupid, the expensive college education I’ve been getting definitely gives me an advantage. But I know nothing about legal language, and what I see on this document is throwing me off.
At first, it all looks like nonsense, just a bunch of big words thrown together. And then, they all start making sense.
“Fuck no,” I whisper, as close to tears as I ever remember being.
I need an actual lawyer to translate all this shit for me, but I am pretty sure it says that my mother signed all my legal rights to the trust fund from Blake Adams to one Kenneth Luther Adams the Third.
My fingers instinctively want to squeeze the papers into a ball and throw them against the door they were slid under. But I know that I need to have them checked. Maybe they’re fake. I sure hope to fuck they’re fake.
I realize there was a second document in the envelope. With a shaky hand, I grab it and bring it up to read. It looks like an eviction notice from this apartment. It was part of the trust.
The shock taking over my body is like nothing I ever felt before. I have three days to take all my personal effects and leave. All the furniture and appliances are to stay. Any non compliance with the notice will have me arrested.
My eyes fall to the clock ticking on a side table where I normally throw my car keys when I get home from school.
It just turned midnight.
I am officially twenty-one years old.
My life is over.
4
Lucas
“So you’re Kenny Adams’kid, huh?” Bricks, the president of the Steel Lizards Motorcycle Club eyes me with suspicion and disgust.
As it turned out, finding Bricks didn’t end up being as hard as I thought it would be.
After last night’s events, I jumped in the car and hauled ass to Austin. I was scared to death to sleep in the apartment, so I rushed around and took everything I could fit into my car, made sure I had all my legal documents with me, then took off.
Luckily for me, and unbeknownst to anyone, I’d been very frugal with my money while in college, and I made sure to sell all my books at the end of each year. Over the last three years, I managed to save quite a bit, especially since I sublet the apartment during the summer months, or anytime I knew I’d be out of town.
Now, I am standing in front of a bunch of bikers who look like they would not have a problem putting a bullet in my head, starting with their president.
“I am Elaine’s son,” I make sure to clarify without really giving away my paternal heritage.
“Ah, the lovely Elaine,” Bricks grins and licks his lips. “Snake, we remember Elaine, don’t we?”
The man named Snake nods in approval. “We sure do, Prez.”
