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After a few more cigarettes and the rest of the bottle, I decide I’m staying put, so I switch off the lamp and rest my head on the pillow.
I take a long deep breath before I close my eyes. It don’t matter how much blow I’ve snorted or how much I’ve drunk. I know I’ll see her face staring back at me as soon as I do. Nothing makes that go away, not even causing pain and taking lives. I’ve been trying it for years.
I’ve learned to accept that she’ll always be there, reminding me that I’ll never be forgiven. Not even in death…
Bang… the sound of knuckles tapping wood wakes me up
“You in there, Screw?”
Bang, Bang!
“Screw?”
The voice belongs to my brother, and I swallow past the dryness in my throat before attempting to open my eyes.
“Jesus Christ, you look like shit.” When I peek through my eyelids, Squealer is already standing at the foot of the bed with his arms folded over his chest.
Bastard better not be here to lecture me, ‘cause I don’t think I’m sober enough yet to hold off on cuffing him.
“Prez called church.” He yanks the covers off me and laughs when he sees I’m naked.
“Oh bro got laid.” He nods his head, looking impressed. “C’mon, who was it? Tell me it was that feisty bitch from New Orleans who Autumn left behind.”
“I don’t think so.” Scratching the back of my head, I sit up and try to locate something to drink.
“You’ve been doing well for yourself lately.” Squealer talks directly to my dick before flicking the end of it with his hand. I slap him off and make my way toward the basin in the corner of the room to wash my face off.
“Suppose there’s been a huge gap in the market since I took the Harrison Hammer off the menu,” Squealer fists his own dick through his jeans and pokes his tongue out.
I ignore his comment, and it’s too early in the morning to be questioning why my brother thinks it’s okay to name his genitalia.
“Did all you boys a favor if you ask me. My numbers were getting ridiculous.”
“What’s this meeting for?” I speak to my brother through the mirror while splashing more water onto my face and slapping my cheeks. I need to wake myself up properly for this.
“Fuck knows. I just got the text from Jess telling us to meet. You know the girls are moving into their office building this week, and things are gonna be tense between Jess and Maddy, so I’m expecting you to be there helping out.”
“They still not sorted their shit out yet?” I ask. It’s been nearly two months since Jessie came back from Utah. It’s great to have him back at the club, but he ain’t himself and he’s been staying at the apartment above the tattoo studio while figuring shit out with his old lady.
Maddy and Alex are setting up their own private investigating company, and Prez not only supports them but has offered them the unit beside the tattoo studio in town. I’m sure Jessie and Squealer had everything to do with his kind gesture. The fact it’s next door to where Nyx and Tac work means there are always brothers close by.
“Nope, I don’t know what went down, but it ain’t right between them. Pair need their heads banging. I just don’t want Alex stressing over getting the office set up.”
“Whatever you need,” I assure him, pulling on my jeans and slipping back into my boots. I look up and shake my head at my brother when I realize he’s staring at me.
“Don’t you got a pregnant girl to be taking care of or something?” I ask.
“Oh, I took care of her before I left the house. Twice. I was just thinking that I kinda miss this.” Squeal smiles me a sappy smile that makes me want to hurl something at him.
“What?” I pretend like I don’t feel it too.
“Us, hanging out. Me giving you shit, and you acting like you don’t want to punch me in the face for it.”
“Yeah, well, I’m enjoying the calm,” I lie, grabbing my cut up from where it’s hanging on the bedpost and marching past him into the hall.
“And all the pussy, it seems…” My brother wraps his arms around my chest and pulls me back, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Speaking of which, you might want to grab a shower before church. You reek of desperate pussy and fake Chanel.” He slaps my cheek before pushing past me, sprinting off down the stairs and out of sight before I can retaliate.
Church is already full when I enter, everyone in their seats, staring at the huge mound of cash that's piled in the middle of the table. Storm’s an unexpected addition to the room, the kid ain’t patched yet, and it ain’t usual practice to have a non-club member present at a meeting, not even a Prospect.
