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Tapping the wheel, I jammed to Miley Cyrus’s Flowers as I headed up the mountain. “Damn right, I can buy myself flowers! Sing it girl!”
God, I loved this song.
Humming to the lyrics, I chilled, enjoying the drive. I grinned, getting into the beat of the music, and before I knew it, I was dancing in my seat.
It was a fucking beautiful day in Rosewood.
Yeah, there was still snow on the ground, but we were having unseasonably warmer weather. I just wished it would stay, because as soon as spring hit, that meant only one thing: I could get my bike out of the garage and ride for hours.
God, I missed my bike.
At the first sign of spring, I had plans to ride until my ass hurt. I needed to feel the sun on my face and the wind at my back. Just me and the open road. There was nothing better.
There comes a time in every man’s life when they just have to accept that they are going to spend the rest of their life alone.
In my case… I knew that when I turned eighteen and saw the girl I was head over heels in love with in the arms of another man.
Not just any man, either.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. He was always a ladies’ man, until he found the love of his life. In a way, it was kind of a relief. No more pining for someone I couldn’t have. Instead, I moved on and just lived my best life, and as the story goes, she did the same, never knowing how I truly felt.
I guess that last part was on me, because I always wondered if I had said something, given her a hint that I cared more than I should, would our lives have turned out differently?
Not that I was complaining about how my life turned out, but seeing the one I let slip through my fingers every day made it hard sometimes.
It didn’t help that since New Year’s Eve, she’d been on my mind more than usual. It’d always been that way. Whenever I spent time with her, the residual presence of her lingered in my mind. What I needed was a distraction. Something to take my mind off her. If I could find that, then I would be good to go.
Pulling up to the clubhouse, I had just shut off my truck when Scribe and Gunner came rushing over from the garage. Stepping out of my truck, Gunner shouted, “Enigma!”
“Whatever it is, the answer is no. I need to get some sleep.”
“You can sleep later,” Scribe huffed. “King needs you to head to the distillery, asap.”
“Why? I just finished my shift at the Tavern. I’ve got to get some sleep before I head over to the bowling alley. It’s fucking Friday, and you know damn well those teenagers will test my patience. Fucking brats.”
“Pyro and Sky are covering your shift tonight.”
Narrowing my eyes, I growled, “Why?”
Scribe looked at Gunner, who said, “It’s Sugar, man. The State of Ohio released her ex. Fucker missed his first check-in with his parole officer. King wants Sugar locked down until the authorities can find the son of a bitch.”
Grabbing Scribe by the scuff of his neck, I snarled, “You promised he would be in prison until Sean turned eighteen. What the fuck happened?”
“Overcrowding,” I heard Gunner say as I tried to calm the rage simmering just under the surface.
John Stanley was a sadistic son of a bitch who took his anger out on Sugar every chance he got. The last time that motherfucker got his hands on her, he damn near killed my best friend. When he found out that Sugar filed a police report, the fucker showed up at the hospital and tried to finish the job. If it hadn’t been for me and Scribe, the bastard would have succeeded.
Pushing Scribe away, I jumped into my truck, quickly starting up the engine, before throwing it into reverse.
“ENIGMA!” my brothers shouted as I peeled out of the compound.
Speeding down the road, I didn’t give a damn about anything but getting to Sugar. There was no fucking way that son of a bitch was ever getting near my best friend again. Reaching behind the passenger seat, I grabbed the handle of my Louisville slugger, placing it on the seat next to me before opening the glove box and taking the .357 Magnum I kept in there, laying it next to my trusty bat.
Some people never leave home without a cell phone. Well, I never went anywhere without backup. While I trusted my brothers to come to the rescue if I needed them, it was those minutes before they arrived that worried me the most.
I refused to be caught with my pants down.
And with that motherfucker on the loose, I wasn’t taking any chances where Sugar was concerned. I knew what that sick fuck could do. If he showed up, I planned on showing him what I could do.
