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I started to pick up all her bags, and then carried them all up in one go.
“Oh, my God! I need to borrow you every time I have groceries. Can we make a standing appointment for every Wednesday at seven in the evening?” She asked, as she raced up the stairs in front of me.
I had to chuckle. Women found the weirdest things amusing.
“Sure,” I said. “Now, which shop did you take it to?”
“Uhh, I think Reed’s Auto Body. Does that sound right?” She asked as she swung the door open wide and turned on the light.
The first thing I saw was that large snake curled up on the corner of the couch. The second was that the Adeline’s house was trashed.
She didn’t seem surprised about it, only resigned.
“You can put those in the kitchen. I’m sorry about the mess. It happens a lot.” She said by way of explanation.
My eyebrows snapped together, and I looked closer at the woman who was trying her best to hide the fact that she was upset.
I probably wouldn’t have even noticed if her hands hadn’t been shaking, making the keys, still dangling from one finger, jingle together slightly as it happened.
Setting the bags down on the kitchen counter, I let my eyes roam over the destruction in the kitchen, before returning to the living room, where she was frantically shoving things back into drawers.
“You need some help?” I rumbled, causing her to jump.
She squeaked before turning around and shoving the drawer closed with her ass. “No, no. I’m okay. It doesn’t take long.”
My eyebrows raised. “This happen a lot?”
She shrugged. “Thank you for carrying my groceries, Tiago.”
I hated being called Tiago.
It reminded me of my father, who hadn’t spoken to me in over ten years.
But from her mouth, it sounded oddly...right. Coming from her full, beautiful lips didn’t give me the instant hives it usually did when I heard it.
“Do you need to call the cops?” I asked.
At the vehement shake of her head, I knew I wouldn’t be able to convince her.
I’d call Trance, a member of the BPD as well as The Dixie Wardens MC, when I got back to the house and report it to him. It wasn’t much, but it was something.
“Okay,” I nodded. “Just tell me this. Are you in danger?”
She sighed and her shoulders hung. “No,” she said, with a shake of her head. “It’s my brother. He likes to pawn my stuff when he needs a fix. I don’t even have a clue how the hell he gets in. Past any lock in the world. He’s always been good with locks.”
It wasn’t much, that admission, but it was enough to calm the raging beast in my brain telling me to drag her back to my place and wait until the cops arrived. Knowing that it was her brother wasn’t really that much better than just a random act of violence; but, for some reason, knowing it was her brother allowed me to calm the beast to somewhat manageable levels.
At least levels that didn’t require me to drag her by her hair to my cave.
“You should probably report it anyway. I don’t really want to tell you how handle your family situation, but stuff like this doesn’t just go away. One day, it’s not going to be just something small. He’ll take something of yours that will be irreplaceable or, if you’re lucky, just use you. Don’t let it get that far.” I advised.
When she didn’t respond, or look at me, I knew it was time to leave.
“Alright, well let me know what you have need of strong hands to haul your groceries.” I said before heading back to her door.
If I didn’t leave, I’d try to convince her, and Lord knew I was one to talk about family.
My sister was one giant fucking mess, and I hadn’t spoken to my parents in ten years. What did that say about me?
