She grabs her purse and swings open the front door. It swiftly closes behind her and I’m left alone.
Shit, this is bad. I should chase her down and clear the air but the thought of moving fast makes me want to vomit.
My phone rings and rather than deal with Alannah’s anger, I pat down my pockets and answer the call from Trevor’s Towing.
“Cas?”
Clearing my throat, I grunt, “Yeah?”
“What do you want me to do with the motorcycle?”
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I ask, “What are you talkin’ about?”
He explains, “I’ve got a wrecked motorcycle off the side of the road. I'm pretty sure it’s one yours.”
“Bring it to the club and I'll get you paid.”
The call ends and I slip my phone into my back pocket as I stand. In the kitchen, I pour myself a coffee before heading outside. The heat is stifling already, and I put my coffee down on the porch rail. I shrug out of my cut and take my t-shirt off before putting my cut back on and picking up my coffee again. Using my free hand, I take out my smokes and use my teeth to pull one free. Lighting it, I take a long pull and will the nausea to go the fuck away. Sparky is parking up when I turn the corner and he nearly stumbles off his bike, though the bottle of tequila is held tightly and safely in his hand. My brother wouldn’t waste a single drop, even if he was paralytically drunk.
Out of the two of us, he’s always been the more sensitive one. I'm not the only one hurting over our fallen brothers, but it sure feels like it when he’s not around.
While he stumbles his way over to me, I scope out the garages and only mine and now Sparky’s bikes are here. It could belong to any of the sons.
“Bonnie let you ride drunk off your ass?”
“Fuck knows, she made me sleep on the couch last night. I left before she got up. Though I had a dream that Bonnie was on the phone with Lana and telling her everything was gonna be okay.”
“Probably not a dream, brother. I… I got wasted last night down at Josie’s. Don’t remember much about it but I’m pretty sure your boy got me home. Alannah ignored the shit out of me this morning and left the house without a word.”
“She did?” I nod. “That don’t sound like her.”
“I got into it with Leo, she walked in and split us up.”
“Shit’s been tense, it was bound to happen.”
Trevor drives in and my heart palpitates when I see Leo’s bike tied down. Tossing my coffee, I rush over and climb on the back of the truck and find it scratched, the right mirror hanging off, and the handlebars twisted. Trevor, pushing his sixties and as grey as an eighty year old, climbs down from behind the wheel and dabs the sweat from his forehead with a dirty rag.
“You didn’t see Leo around?”
“No, no one was about. Looks like he skidded out, tire marks on the road.”
If it was an accident, Leo would have called for help. I have no missed calls but then again, he probably wouldn’t have reached out to me last night for help.
Taking out my phone, I call Leo and get his voicemail. I try again though I know it will be useless, and I'm again, met with his voicemail.
Sparky leans against the truck, swigging the tequila. Brushing past him, I instruct, “Put that down and get everyone here.”
Making my way over to Leo’s, I let myself in and find JJ and Gunner at the kitchen table having their breakfast.
“Is Leo here?”
He shakes his head. “Unless he crept in after I got you home last night.”
Moving to the bottom of the stairs, I yell, “Holly!”
After a couple of attempts, she appears at the top of the stairs with my grandson in her arms.
“Is Leo up there?”
