“I’m going to go lie down.” I don’t bother to acknowledge my mother as she leaves the room, and neither does my father.
“I want you gone. You never should’ve come back six years ago.” His words have a drunken edge to them, but the fire in his eyes makes it very clear that he’s speaking his true feelings.
That reminder is a slap to the face. He’s always blamed me for Seth, and I’ve always shouldered that. My guilt weighs me down every day over what happened to my little brother, but my father bringing up six years ago is a low blow, even for him.
Having fulfilled my yearly need of disgrace from my family, I don’t utter another word as I walk out of the house. I don’t even bother closing the door behind me, knowing it will anger my father to no end for disrespecting his house.
If I’m lucky, this will be the year he cuts me out completely. Having nowhere to live would be the icing on my shit cake, but I know that won’t happen. My father will continue to pay my bills if only to prevent me from coming back home.Chapter 8TJ
“You seem agitated tonight.”
I’m beyond annoyed, but it’s not Legs’s business that I’ve been grounded to the damn clubhouse like a child. Lynch’s order earlier in church is still ringing in my ears, but I know why he commanded everyone to stay close tonight.
Tomorrow we head down to Richmond to meet with Luis Jiménez’s crew. Not long ago Jiménez practically forced a contract for cocaine down my brother’s throat, and in two days we’re handing over a ton of cash for over thirty-five kilos of coke. I’m not upset about the run. Thanks to the ever-raging war on drugs, riding down the highway with enough snow to land me in jail for the rest of my natural life is a thrill I look forward to. It’s the distance and my inability to get to Kaci if she pulls some more stupid shit that frustrates me.
“We can always go back to your room.” The coo in Legs’s voice and the brush of her hand down my arm is driving me insane, and not in the strip your clothes off and let me fuck you kind of way either.
I haven’t been an angel in the last couple of weeks. I’ve dabbled with some of the girls at the club. I mean a man has to come, or he’ll go mental after all, but these women here no longer bring the same thrill I used to get from them. Thinking of teaching the girl in Andover a lesson or two is all my cock gets excited for these days. I know once I have her things will go back to normal, but it’s all I can focus on in the meantime.
“Hitting it kinda early aren’t you?” I ask Briar as he plops down on the sofa across from me, spilling whiskey out of his glass because he’s too wasted to know he’s got the damn bottle in his other hand.
As if realizing he has both, Briar tilts the glass up to his lips before dropping it on the wooden table between us.
I know why he’s acting like a surly bastard. The man is head over heels for my little sister. I’ve known it for a while. Lynch, my older brother and club president, asked me about them the other day, and even though I confirmed we both had the same suspicions, he wasn’t ready to do anything about it. If it weren’t for the VP’s oath of celibacy and his loyalty to the club the last ten years, he’d be in the fucking ground already. In the meantime, it’s an absolute fucking blast to mess with him.
“I saw Molly at the vet’s office today.” I know I hit him in the right spot when he narrows his eyes and lifts the bottle to his lips.
Molly recently got a job at a vet’s office in town, and the animal doctor has garnered some of her interest. It’s eating him alive, because there isn’t shit he can do about it without going against a direct order from his president.
“She seems to like him, I mean likes working there.” He doesn’t acknowledge me, and before I can say something else, a leggy brunette blocks my line of sight to him. I stare at her back as if I do it long enough, I’ll be able to see straight through her.
Legs huffs next to me, and I can’t be bothered to feel guilty that I forgot she was even sitting beside me. I also don’t realize she has her hand on the front of my jeans. My dick doesn’t even respond to her. Picky motherfucker.
I grunt before moving her hand from me and placing it back on her lap. “Don’t ever touch me without my permission.”