“They ain’t us,” Pit said before taking his beer to the head.
“Damn sure ain’t. So, what’s up with you?” Deacon asked, a serious look covering his face. “Impromptu trips are often for a reason. Last time you were out here it was just after Banks died.”
“Damn, a man can’t visit his crew once in a while? What is this? The Spanish Inquisition?”
“Or you could just move your dumbass back here already so you wouldn’t have to hop on a plane to get to us when shit hits the fan,” Pit answered.
I snorted as the muscles in my stomach tightened. I recalled Syd’s words from the day before, as she mentioned how I kept everyone at arms’ length, even my crew.
Is she right?
Moving back to Bridge Lake had been something I’d thought long and hard about. Yet, the realtor I had Lenny look up was on hold. He’d sent me images of at least four different homes and I’d put him off. Yeah, training was partially responsible for my procrastination, but if I’m honest, the truth was deeper than the title fight.
“Whatever.” I shook my head. “Fuck that,” I gritted out under my breath, remembering I’d come to Vander City to forget about all the shit on my mind, not dwell on feelings and shit.
“This must be serious. She must’ve done a number on you,” Skittles chimed in.
I shook my head and finished the beer without confirming or denying. Yeah, I was fucked up over Syd’s lies, but the last thing I wanted to do was talk about it.
“That conversation is off limits,” I said, finally.
“Don’t think your ass is getting out of here without coughing that shit up.” Pit pointed at me, beer in his hand.
“What’re you all doing tomorrow?” I asked, ignoring Pit’s comment.
“Fucking,” Deacon said.
“Breathing,” Skittles said.
“Probably taking a shit at some point,” Pit said.
“Good. I need to get my mind off of shit. Let’s get high.”
They all gave me inquisitive looks. Slow smiles spread over Pit and Deacon’s faces.
“We’re putting our skydiving licenses to use,” I told them.
Chapter 29
Sky Diving
Luke
“Damn, I love this shit,” Deacon yelled over the engine of the plane and the rushing wind from the open door.
“You had to know I wouldn’t let you down.” I winked.
“The hell do you mean,you? It was half pint’s connection who got us this fucking plane,” Pit added.
“Aww, I’m finally getting credit for something around here,” Skittles said.
“Was my idea, so both of you can fuck off very much,” I yelled. Turning from Pit and Skittles, I looked to my left, on the other side of the open door stood Tak. “Kid, you doing all right?”
“I got your kid right here,” he yelled back as he grabbed his junk.
I chuckled. “Be careful with that thing before you break it off.”
“Are we doing this shit or not?” Tak asked, looking eager to take the plunge.
