Page 8 of Pyro


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There were many nights where I would just lie in bed, staring at her picture, imagining her lying beside me. I counted myself lucky at times because, for a short few months, I lived a lifetime with her. Then reality would come crashing back and the pain of losing her started all over again.

My brothers tried for the longest time to help me move past my grief. Hell, King even insisted I see a counselor. I didn’t know how talking about someone I would never see again would help, but for them, I tried. Now, I was just a shell of the man I used to be. I rarely laughed anymore. I never took part in anything unless a brother begged me to. I just existed. Now, my life was like a broken record. Get up, go to work, go home, eat and sleep.

Rinse and repeat.

My only deviation was when King called church.

Even then, I tuned out most of what he said.

The fact was, I no longer cared about anything.

Not the club.

Not my business.

Not my brothers.

Nothing.

I was just existing.

Pulling into the compound, I parked my bike and cut the engine before walking into the clubhouse, to find Priest sitting at the bar.

Asshole has been sitting at the bar a lot lately, unless he was with Frankenstein out at the distillery. I could tell something was bothering him. I thought about asking him a few times but stayed silent. If a brother wanted to talk, then he would.

Nodding to him, I headed for King’s office.

Knocking twice, I opened the door and took a seat.

“Took you long enough to get here. What you’d do? Take the scenic route?”

Not in the mood for small talk, I popped some gum in my mouth and asked, “I’m here. What?”

King shook his head, saying nothing as he leaned forward and hit the play button on the old answering machine the club kept when I heard. “Uh, mister? It’s Cameron Hobbs. I found you in the woods when I was hiding from my sister, remember? You said to call if I needed anything? Well, I need ya to come back here and kick someone’s ass. Don’t know who did it, but someone beat the hell out of Sky. I ain’t big enough to take them on. I’m figuring you owe me ‘cause I could have left ya in the woods for the critters to get ya. Plus, Sky hitched up the wagon and took ya to town. So, I’m calling in your debt. Sky said a man’s word is all he has. See ya when you get here. Bye.”

When the message ended, I leaned back in the chair, covering my smile.

Kid knew how to hit below the belt.

Fucking cheeky brat called my honor into question.

King grinned. “I like this kid.”

“He’s a pain in the ass.”

“That may be, but he called and asked for help, Chase. You specifically. You know the club rules.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Take Priest with you. He’s been hitting the bottle lately.”

Yeah, I noticed that too.

Nodding, I got to my feet.

“And take one of the club’s vehicles. I’m not replacing anymore bikes.”

Taking my leave, I headed towards the bar, slapping Priest on the back. “Pack for a few days. We’re going on a road trip.”

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