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“Even after what I told you?” Tarek asks him, looking him in the eye. I know he told him about me and who I am.
“Even after that. Listen,” Ridge says, turning toward me. “I know who your father is. I don’t like the man. Never had a run-in with him, but I don’t like him, and I have my reasons. He won’t come around here,” he tells me.
“What if he does?”
“Then we’ll handle it,” Tarek says quickly.
“Will we?” Ridge asks, glancing at Tarek now.
“We will.”
“Is that you puttin’ a claim on her?”
“No. This is me makin’ shit right, Ridge. You don’t know the whole story, and now isn’t the time to hear it, but know this is what I need to do.” Ridge appears to think about it before nodding his head.
“I trust you, brother. Do what you gotta do, and we’ll be here to back you on it.”
“Even against him?” Tarek asks.
“If it comes to that, yeah. Never liked that motherfucker anyway.”
Chapter 7
Tarek
When you think about what your life was like as a kid, you never picture the complete truth. You see all the glory and the good shit but never the bad. That was me. I never pictured that I’d be in the positions I was in. I never thought I’d be the person I am today. But life happened, and my life shifted. Things changed, and now this is what my life is.
Pierson has weighed heavily on my mind over the last few weeks. She’s been here about a month now. She’s doing better, or at least she seems to be. She hasn’t tried to kill herself again or even attempted to get her hands on anything. It makes me wonder what the hell she’s planning because she has to be planning something.
“What are you thinkin’ about?” Cage asks.
“Pierson. She hasn’t tried to kill herself again,” I tell him.
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“No. It’s a good thing, but why hasn’t she? She was hell-bent on bein’ dead.”
“Maybe it was all an eye-opener.”
“Doubt that. She’s plannin’ somethin’.”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“I think she wants to run, brother.”
“Run where? From what I hear, she has nowhere to go,” he says.
“I don’t know. Maybe she’s on some vigilante-type shit,” I say. Cage chuckles and turns his head, looking at Pierson. She sits off in the corner with a few of the girls talking. She looks okay, seems okay, but that doesn’t mean shit. Bethany looked okay too, and look what we did.
“She seems okay to me.”
“That’s because you aren’t lookin’ hard enough. There’s somethin’ more goin’ on.”
“What are you thinkin’?” he asks as I glance at Pierson again.
“I don’t know, brother. Can’t put my finger on it.”
“Why don’t you just ask her?”
