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“A safe house for Rae and supplies. I’ve got a little money saved but not what we may need.”
Mack slid a backpack over the table and took a sip of his black coffee. “There’s a map to a secure location, money, and a burner cell that’s been loaded with enough minutes to get you through. Call me only on that cell. Smash yours and make sure it’s wiped when you leave here.”
“I will.”
I looked inside briefly and zipped the pack up again, “thanks. I’ll be better prepared now.”
“There’s also a key to a locker at World Fitness, about forty miles away. I know the owner and he promised no one would touch it. Inside you’ll find a bag with extra guns and ammo. Go when you know you can’t be followed.”
“Yes, sir.”
We both sat there a little awkwardly for a moment.
“You still driving the Nova?” A smirk rode his hardened features. It wasn’t his age but rather the life he had led that gave him such a weathered look.
“Always.”
Mack nodded thoughtfully, “You stay safe Pete, and if shit goes down I’ll come, not before. You understand?”
I did. Mack had a price on his head. The only reason he was still alive is that he never showed his face around Satan’s Outlaws MC or his old MC – Ravage Riders. Neither motorcycle club would hesitate on putting out the hit. A lot of the Riders were still loyal to good ole dad though, and so I was not only protected but offered a place when I was ready. Family tradition.
My blood was invested, the same as Rae’s. Mack and Ron had been the children of two of the founders. The RRMC wouldn’t have survived if not for their contribution.
Not that I ever planned on living that life. Mack had done everything he could to keep his promise to his best friend and fellow Rider, Ron. Neither man wanted their kids to grow up in the clubhouse or get sucked into the booze, guns, drugs, and constant pussy. Mack sacrificed everything and nearly lost his life in the process. Rae’s father sacrificed everything and lost his life anyway. Rae didn’t know the truth about Ron’s death, and I hoped she would never find out.
She still didn’t understand my involvement in the MC or what it meant.
“I know Mack.”
Mack slapped a twenty down on the table and rose, his eyes looking directly into mine, “Take care of yourself and Rae. I’ll be in contact.”
I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. The last time I saw my father, I was in middle school. The seriousness of the situation wasn’t lost on me. Mack paid the bills, but he was never home. Not the one I grew up in anyway. Seeing my dad again was a reminder of what I lost and how dangerous things had become. To protect Rae, I needed to move, fast.
Mack drove off on his Harley as I leaned against the hood of the Nova, the same car that used to take me and Rae to the drive-in all those years ago. As the silence engulfed me, I promised myself that my kids would have a different future. They would be free of the club, the Outlaws, my father’s past, and the tragedy that Rae’s family suffered. When I married Rae, I would take her far away and spend every moment loving her to the best of my ability.
Just like I promised Ron the day he died . . .
And promised Rae the day of Ron’s funeral.
The same way I promised Mack the last time I saw him and once again repeated that promise today. I lit a cigarette and puffed a few long drags, flicking the ashes onto the gravel. Rae didn’t like me to smoke, so I never did around her but once in a while I needed the extra hit of nicotine. Stress was usually the cause. Go figure.
Yanked from my thoughts by the loud hum of my cell phone vibrating in my pocket, I grabbed the phone and swiped across the screen, read the frantic text from R.J. and jumped into the Nova, peeling out of the driveway of the restaurant, my tires thro
wing up gravel in my haste.
I’d have to destroy the cell later.
Chapter 26
“Where’s Peter and what’s taking him so long?” I asked for the third time, glaring at R.J. He was being entirely too secretive and he knew I hate that. After my shower, I noticed Peter was nowhere to be found. He slipped out before I had a chance to ask questions.
Of course.
“He’ll be here soon. Don’t worry sweetheart.”
“That’s not an answer to my question you know.”
My mom was in the living room with my little sister and I could hear her singing along to a Disney Princess video, the sweet little notes of her voice trickling up the wide wooden staircase.
