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“What?”
“Nothing.” His cousin lifted his hands as though surrendering. “You just seem a little… tightly wound.”
“Fuck off.” Tightly wound. Bullshit. He wasn’t tightly wound. He was pissed off.
“Wanna talk about it?” Curly asked as he pushed off the wall and sauntered toward the bar.
Did he want to talk about it? Hell no. But he knew his cousin. The president of the Hell’s Handlers MC viewed himself as some sort of father figure to all the men in his club, Ty included. It didn’t matter that they were practically the same age and grew up wreaking havoc together or that Ty had managed his life fine while Curly was behind bars for over a decade. No, the man had a serious daddy complex.
Or he’s just a good man who cares about the family he created.
Dammit.
Ty sighed. It wouldn’t kill him to chill out a bit. “Want some?” he asked, lifting the bottle.
“Nah, ten a.m. is a little early for me.” Curly chuckled.
“Yeah, yeah, you don’t have any vices. We get it.”
That got them both laughing because Curly had countless good qualities, but the man was far from a saint.
He swirled the bottle, watching the tequila run down the insides. “Came here from the hospital.”
Curly’s eyes flared in surprise. “Really? You visited the girl?”
“She’s not a damn girl, Curly.”
His cousin smirked. “Woman, pardon me. Did you visit the woman? What’s her name again, Kelly?”
“Kelsie. And yeah, I saw her.”
Curly nodded but didn’t respond.
Damn, the silence was worse than anything his cousin had to say. “What?”
“Nothing. Just wondering if she was a huge bitch to you or something? Maybe cussed you out and called you an ugly fucker.”
Ty stared at his cousin. “What? What are you talking about?”
“Well, you came crashing in here, knocked down my pest control consultant, and practically made the poor guy piss himself. I’m trying to figure out how you go from visiting Kelsie to being this irritated. So I’m asking if she was a bitch to you.”
“No. She was fine. She’s not like that.”
“So…” Curly rolled his hand, encouraging him to keep talking.
“So nothing.”
“Ahh, I get it now. Thanks for clearing that up. I assume this chat helped you feel better.” Throwing his hands in the air, Curly shook his head. “Talking to you is like talking to a teenager.”
“Can you quit with the sarcasm?” Ty poured another shot and downed it like the others. “She tried to kill herself,” he said before the burn had passed.
Those five words sobered the mood faster than anything else could have.
“Oh shit.” Curly ran a hand down his face, pausing to rub across his lips.
“Cut her fucking wrist.” Saying it out loud made him want to vomit. It could have gone bad so easily. If she’d sliced a little deeper or EMS took a little longer to get to her, they’d be having a very different conversation.
If he’d even know about it.
