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Due to what I told Dagger about the man holding Ev, it was easy to realize he was most likely family. Most likely a father wanting whatever was left of his daughter-spy who never came home.
Stallions had come close to finding the men who killed Mom, but the man believed to have held Everleigh, didn’t have any record of a twin brother. Or, at least, not one Stallions could find.
Dead end.
The boxing bell rang, and Vice was back to striking with fists that were as big as his father’s.
Wings, Angel of Death, was an impressively-sized man who did his best to father a son within the club.
Slam! Vice’s opponent hit the mat, out cold.
Vice, with a touch of crazy in his brown eyes, circled himself on the mat, roaring his hunger, “Pussyyyyyyy!”
Yeah, I cracked a smile, but I didn’t let anyone see it.
Legend wasn’t with another woman for a very long time. He simply couldn’t get past that he had lost the best there ever was. I guess you could say Mom won that battle in the end.
Personally, I appreciated his suffering. I didn’t think he deserved a reprieve from his wrong doings, but eventually, a woman snuck into his heart. It wasn’t love. It was an agreed-upon lust, I’d say. She was a fiery redheaded club girl that became his only pleasure in life.
Soon, she faded away, too.
Me?
Without regard or emotion, I fucked everything that had tits. Empty people act with no substance.
In truth, I was too empty to even give a fuck about that.
And that’s how I lived my life for years to come. That is, until I looked into a set of green eyes that changed… everything.
Chapter eight
Daring Expectations
Elle
Promises… I kept them and continued to stay quiet and behave for Da. I continued to think about the little boy under the tree. I continued to miss Mammy, dearly. Mercifully, as time passed, the pain in my heart wasn’t quite so debilitating. I was beginning to be able to think about times with her and not crumble to the floor in a heap of tears.
Deep inhale…
Alone in the new bedroom, peace finding its way into my heart, I’d close my eyes and sway to memories of Mammy’s smile. I didn’t have shoes. I didn’t have more than two nightgowns—and they were getting tighter and tighter—but I had this: my mammy’s smile.
I miss you, I’d whisper in my mind.
Continuing to sway, my hand would lay on my chest while I daydreamed about drawing with her. I’d imagine the crayons in my hand and relive the special moments…
Not having a way to keep track of dates, I believe I was around fourteen when allowed outside my bedroom for the first time. Reading about normal lives in books is nothing compared to actually living it. I’d never even walked down a set of stairs before, but Da was at the bottom, smiling up at me. “You can do it! It’s not hard.” He looked so happy. Not guilty for the fact he had hidden me away like forgotten old family photo albums. “Just one step at a time.”
Gripping the railing, I instantly thought of the windowsill, the night my mother died, but I didn’t tell Da. I was fearful it would ruin this moment. My first ounce of freedom was far too grand to spoil and be sent back to my room with no more conversation.
Spoken words… They are so much more than spewed sentences. They are a connection that more people shouldn’t take for granted. With every one of them shared, I experienced deep breaths of happiness because it meant one less moment spent in isolation.
Da waved me down. “Big ol’ scaredy cat! Come on.”
From the very top of the stairs, my bare toes stretched downward until feeling more green shaggy carpet. Once firmly set, I let my knee bend to bring my other foot to join it. Then I gasped, amazed at the simple concept—getting from one floor of a house to another.
One step at a time is how Da and I developed a ‘relationship’. Not in the romantic sense, I was far too old for his desires by this point, but as a companion.
After some time, he would come home from work and let me out of my room more and more. Of course, I was instructed to stay away from curtain-covered windows, and by no means was I to get near the front door or back sliding glass door, but he’d smile and ask me how my day was.
