“Well, she can complain all the way to my place.” I clapped Boone on the back when we got to his truck. “You and Nettie?”
Boone groaned. “World War Three in the making.”
“Eddy’s not the only one that deserves to be happy, man.”
Boone’s scowl made my lips tip up as I threw my arm around Boston and led her to my truck. “What do you think about a roommate?”
Boston leaned her head on my chest as she said, “I think it sounds like a lot of fun.”
Nineteen
Welcome to adulthood. Hope you like ibuprofen.
—Eddy to Weaver
Eddy
A major break in my parents’ case came the day that I got released from the hospital.
Boston and I were happily drinking down a coffee from the local coffee shop—definitely not a Starbucks but something way better—when my phone rang.
I was with Nettie, Boston and someone wholly intimidating—the president of the Dixie Wardens MC Sawtooth chapter—Denver.
Denver was a great guy.
I’d only met him this morning when he’d shown up in my hospital room and announced he would be the one taking us all home—to Weaver’s home.
Since I’d gotten the message from Weaver that a telephone pole had fallen and cut off power to the nursing home down the road, and that he’d be sending someone to give us all a ride home, I hadn’t questioned the man from Weaver’s club showing up.
Denver had proven he was a sweetheart by asking us all if we wanted coffee, then he’d taken us out to breakfast after picking up our fatty drinks.
By the time that I was able to be released to work out again, I’d have to be rolled into the gym.
We were halfway through eating when my parents came storming into the diner, looking furious.
My dad saw me, pointed at me, and roared, “How could you do this to me?”
Denver got up and placed his body in front of the booth, physically stopping my father from coming closer.
“Sir, I think you need to leave.” Denver stood his ground, his voice scary soft and icily intimidating.
“Oh, you think?” Dad sneered. “My own daughter is accusing me of something heinous, and you think that I’m going to take it lying down?”
The whispers started, and I felt my face heat.
“What was it that she ‘accused’ you of?” Denver asked, sounding curious.
He damn well knew what it was my dad was being accused of, though.
They—the Dixie Wardens MC—all knew.
They’d all taken it upon themselves to do what they could to help, and would never stop. Not only because it was a sick thing my parents were doing, but because I now belonged to one of their members. I was one of them.
“What is he talking about?” I heard Boston whisper to Nettie.
Nettie replied, but it was too soft for me to hear over my mother who started screaming. “How could you, Edith?”
More whispers.
