FRANKIE
Ask him if he ever plans on explaining himself to me, will ya?
Rolling my eyes, I typed my response.
Don’t plan on mentioning you actually. I want to see him. I need to know he’s okay with everything. He had to explain to his dad about his addictionsand stuff. I also want to be the one to tell him about me and his dad.
FRANKIE
Can I please come and witness that?
I love you, bitch. Call me later.
Pocketing my phone, I headed downstairs to see Reaper waiting at the door. I followed him out and he led me to his bike at the gatehouse.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked me, handing me a helmet.
“The ride or seeing Trey?”
He gave me one of his unique one eyebrow raised looks and I chuckled. “I need to do this. I don’t want him to find out about us from someone else.”
“I can tell him.”
“I think it needs to be me, Wyatt.”
He nodded, putting his helmet on just as I did mine. I climbed on behind him, holding him tight as he drove out through the gates and through the forest. I knew this place was called The Devil’s Wilderness and I loved that. It didn’t take long before we were pulling up at a little cabin deep in the woods. I never would have known this place was here.
It was totally remote.
Climbing off the bike, I moved up the steps of the cabin and knocked on the door. Reaper was at my back, tension coming off him in waves.
The door opened and a biker I didn’t know the name of smiled at us. “Come in. He’s in his room.”
I nodded, throwing a look over my shoulder at Reaper, before I headed down the hallway and toward the end bedroom. It was the only door that was closed.
Knocking once, then twice. The door opened, and Trey smiled at me, pulling me into his arms for a hug I didn’t realise I needed until right now.
“I’m surprised they let you come here to see me,” he said, sitting down on his bed. I closed the door behind me and sat down next to him. “I’m in exile after all.”
“You’re in protective custody, Trey.”
He sighed. “I know. I’m just so fucking bored. So I’m guessing your jailbreak didn’t work. I heard my dad’s bike outside.”
“How did you know it was his?”
He shrugged. “Who else would come here?”
“I wanted to see you. I miss seeing your face.”
He smiled at that, and I loved that I could still elicit that from him. Maybe he was going to hate me for what I had to tell him, but I needed him to know it from me.
“Are you eating properly?” he queried, his brows knitting together in concern.
“Yes, Dad. I am. Thanks for asking.”
He rolled his eyes, but we both knew that he had been the one keeping me on a solid diet and not letting old habits rise up again. Just as I had been the one making sure he didn’t overdose or throw up in his sleep when he drank too much.
I suddenly realised how hard Trey’s alcoholism must have hit Reaper given his past, but Trey had no idea about that. I wonder what he would think if he knew. Maybe he would understand his dad more if he knew.
