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“Yeah. I’m fine. It’s just that me, Melody, and Truly…”
“Oh hell no. Not the A-Team.” Kid shook his head.
Just then his cell began to ring. When I glanced over and saw Crix’s name on the display I made a running leap across the room. “Kid, don’t answer that!” I shouted out but he gave me another one of thosewhat the fuck Liddylooks and hit the answer button. I bit down on my lip and stood close behind him trying to hear what Crix had to say. But Kid took one look over his shoulder, then closed the screen door between us. When I went to open it, he sent me a warning look. Because I decided it might be a good idea to delay the inevitable as much as possible, I stayed where I was. Caffeine suddenly seemed like a very good idea, so I grabbed the can of Maxwell House from the cupboard, scooped out the bold blend, and filled the pot with fresh filtered water.
While I waited for the coffee to brew Kid continued to pace up and down the small backyard. Although I strained to listen to what he was saying, I couldn’t hear a thing. All he did was grunt, shake his head, and throw narrowed glances toward the trailer door. Even though I continued with my ear against the screen I knew it would do me no good. I had seen Kid like this before, taking in all the information and giving back nothing. I poured us both a coffee and then let out a small yelp when I turned to see Kid suddenly standing just inside the kitchen door.
“Let’s go Liddy.”
“Where?”
But instead of answering me, he grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him to the bike. Kid’s back was straight and he held himself rigid as I put my arms around him. We flew down the road, and as the miles passed and I got an idea where we were going, my spine straightened too, because what he was about to do was just not cool, and I was not alright with it.
“Kid, this is not okay.” I frowned as we pulled up in front of Melody’s house.
“Nothing about what happened is okay, Liddy.” He grabbed my hand again and this time he pulled me towards Melody’s porch. We were halfway up the lawn when I saw Crix come out of his house. We had just gotten to the front steps when Melody came out of her door.
“Hey, Liddy.” She greeted me with a voice that sounded tired beyond exhaustion. There were deep dark circles under her eyes, and her clothes were rumpled. I wondered when she had last eaten. She threw a look at Kid that was not at all friendly. “What are you doing here?”
“How’s Boo?”
“None of your goddamn business, Kid.” She spat out at him venomously. “I don’t know where the hell you’ve been, but you need to get your animals under control.” As if on cue Crix started making his way across the lawn.
“We need to talk, Melody.”
“You got five minutes before my Uber gets here, Kid.” Then she glared at Crix. “Get off my steps.”
In response, Crix took another step up.
“Call off your dog.” Melody told Kid.
“Check yourself, woman.” Crix rumbled.
“I’m not speaking to you, Crix” Melody turned and snarled at him. “When I’m speaking at you, you’ll know it. I’ll look at you.”
The veins in Crix’s arms protruded as he clenched and unclenched his fist. “Bitch is out of control…”
“Brother…” Kid put his hand up in a stop motion.
“I’ve been putting up with this self-righteous, combative, pain in the ass for months now.” Crix’s deep voice rumbled with indignation. “But this right here? It’s too much. I’ve got my faults, but I’m not that guy. I’m not the guy who stands in the way of a mother getting help for her kid.”
“You tore my baby out of my arms.” Melody shouted at Crix.
“Oh, that wasn’t you calling for help because your kid was stuck in a car seat and turning blue? Because unless there is another whiny, bitchy, dumb blonde living here I am pretty sure that was you.” Crix shouted back as if he hadn’t heard Melody’s loud, stunned gasp of outrage. “If it wasn’t for me cutting off that seat belt that you had all twisted up around Boo’s belly…. well… let’s just say you should be thanking me.”
“It’ll be a cold day in hell.” Melody began. Her tone dripping with venom.
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. You can think, or say, or even shout out from the damn rooftops what a sonofabitch I am. I know you don’t think I’m worth a shit, Melody, and you can go on hating me for all kinds of really good reasons, but not this one.”
“We had no choice but to go through those bikes.” Melody turned from Crix and looked at Deke. “Somebody has to pay for that, and it’s not going to be me or Liddy.”
“Assholes,” I confirmed. “Those prospects were real assholes. All of this could have been avoided if they had just listened to me.”
“They’re done.” Deke told us. “After a couple of the brothers beat the holy shit out of them, the club stripped them of their colors and put out the word that any club that takes them on is no friend of the Silver Sinners. Nobody feels good about this, Melody. The club’s gonna pick up the bill for the wrecked bikes and fix your vehicle.”
“Hmph.” Melody responded with her arms crossed over her chest.
“As far as your boy goes?” Crix added. “Anything not covered by insurance will be paid personally by me. I got you. And I’m not gonna be disturbing you with any more damn parties, either. I got a lot of money tied up in the house, but as soon as I can figure that out, I’m outa here.”
