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Still. If it keeps my dad from blowing a gasket, then it’s the least I can do since my debacle.
“I know, Dad. I didn’t know that it was going to go down like this. But if you agree to give me some more freedom when this blows over, then maybe I wouldn’t have to sneak around behind your back.”
We’re so much alike. That’s what scares the crap out of him, I realize.
“Let’s just get through these next few weeks, Princess.”
He also does that a lot too… Sweeps things under the rug to be sorted out later.
Something that never seems to happen.
I’m not a porcelain doll. I can’t be kept in a locked cabinet, on a shelf to be stared at and admired for the rest of my life. He’s always been overly protective, but things have stepped up since the stalking incident.
Then again, going to New Orleans could be the break I need. Even if I’m not exactly frothing at the mouth at the prospect of being there with a bunch of bikers.
I should ask him who will be watching me while I’m there.
How long will I be gone for? When will I see him next? But none of those words spill out of my mouth.
My dad will have it all planned out. Just like the rest of my life.
At least this time I’m happy I’m leaving.
I don’t want any more reminders of this town. I need an escape.
And New Orleans might just be the place to do it.
3
ROCK
Present day
Pain hits me between the eyes.
I shouldn’t have drank so much. You’d think after all these years I would’ve learned by now, but some habits die hard.
I’m also still sporting a shiner from a fight I got into last weekend. While I don’t get paid anymore to brawl, sometimes trouble just finds me.
Luckily, it was at my club brothers’ Brew’s and Haze’s family bar, so no harm, no foul. Not that their older brother Hustle was impressed.
Dammit.
My head hurts even more when I sit up and throw the comforter off.
I sleep naked. Spreading my legs, I tug on my dick a couple of times, annoyed that I didn’t indulge last night. It’s been a little while, and not because I can’t get pussy easily, but because I’ve been so goddamn busy.
Ever since the NOLA Rebels bought into my business; Rocks Truck N’ Haulage, shit’s only gotten busier. Now that I’m not there as much to oversee, things are getting messed up.
Cash has found better use of my time by getting into security and surveillance with my brother.
You could say we made up after my last stint in prison. The one that landed me six months in the clink with murderers and pedophiles; men I have a personal vendetta against.
What they don’t tell you in the real world is that sickos are well protected by isolation in the joint, so getting to them is never easy.
As traumatic as that time was, when I got out, I learned our grandmother had passed away and left her estate to us. Me and Jett got a pretty hefty payout, and I was able to start my business. .
It’s taken a little time, but me and Cash are good now. Back when I was in my twenties, I couldn’t see the forest for the trees. I was too lost in my own anger and fear to let anyone near me. I can’t say that has changed dramatically, but I’ve learned to let the wall down for certain people… Remembering the time I got shot defending Jett recently, I know it changed things between all of us…
