"Ready?"
Nodding, I explain why I’m there. I don't ask about Carra because I don't want to know, nor do I care. I see the tank has gas, so she I know she’s filled it up, and we’re good to go.
We pull out to start our trip again.
We’ve barely been driving for ten minutes when I see a man jogging down the road. I will bet my left nut he’s the bush man.
"Hensley, can you put your leg out?"
She never questions. I speed up, her leg goes out, and the piece of shit goes down hard on the concrete. I can feel Hensley's body shake as she giggles behind me.
Bonnie and Clyde don’t have shit on us.
CHAPTER12
HENSLEY
“I’m getting bored,” I shout into Tieran’s ear. I hate to say that as blatantly as I have, but it’s the truth, and my brother handles that easier than little white lies.
Besides, there’s no reason to be anything other than honest with him. Even if he still has a slight issue with returning the honesty favor to me.
He glances back at me as best as he can and shakes his head.
I grunt as I reach forward around and pull the scarf back up over his nose and mouth.
It’s a good thing I’m still here, otherwise you’d be sick by now.
I don’t dare say the words out loud because I don’t want to hurt his feelings—if he had any, but it’s the truth. He’s been so careless lately with his body and health that it’s a wonder he hasn’t been infected yet.
And me along with him.
“Let’s go home!” I suggest, and Tieran brings the bike to an almost screeching halt.
“What?” he asks, whipping around and giving me an incredulous look. “Hens, we haven’t even—”
“I don’t meanhome, home,” I reply haughtily as I reach back and pull my hair into a tight ponytail. I retrieve the thin, black hair tie from my wrist, then loop it through my hair to hold it in place. “I mean,home.”
I can see his jaw square beneath his scarf as he turns his eyes toward the horizon behind me. Tieran has never really liked being told what to do, though he listens to me when he knows I’m right.
“You don’t want to?” I question, curiously.
“No, I do, Hens. It’s just …”
I arch an eyebrow when he gives me a gentle shove back with his body, then climbs off the bike and blows out his breath.
“It’s justwhat?” I ask him in a testy tone of voice.
He runs a hand down over his face before crossing his arms over his chest. Tieran sways side to side on his feet, and I just know that what comes out of his mouth next is more than likely going to kill any mood we’ve been building.
“I don’t know how you’re gonna handle seeing her again,” he finally admits bluntly. “That’s why I’m kind of taking the long way.”
I climb off the bike, put my hands on my hips, and square off against my brother, peering up into his eyes. The ones that are usually filled with so much love, adoration, and obsession for me are now hazed over with something I can’t quite make out, and it bothers me.
But I won’t let that stop me from letting him know exactly how I feel about this right now.
“What the fuck makes you think that seeing that bitch is going to have any more effect on me than it will onyou?” I snarl.
“Come on,” he replies quietly, “don’t be like that.”