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“I’m not doing anything to him. You are. You did this, and now you’ll have to fix your own fucked-up life.” I paced in the room, flexing my hands. “If it weren’t for Cole, I’d kill you for what you did to me.”
“I had no choice. I was all alone, with nowhere to go. You were there, alone like me. We helped each other, Rocky. Don’t you remember that?”
“I remember that part. I remember us hanging together until I went to South Dakota, to destroy my fucking father and his club. But what happened after that, Irisah? Hmm? What did you do then?”
Her shoulders shook as she cried. “I’m sorry. I fell for you and thought you liked me too.”
“You knew my plans. Knew who I fucking loved.” I grabbed my crotch. “You saw the tattoo on my cock!”
“I’m so sorry. I was wrong to do what I did.”
“I’m sure you’re not fucking sorry!” I grabbed my boots and stormed out of the bedroom.
“Please give us a chance. Don’t leave.” She ran after me, crying.
“What’s going on, Papa?” Cole stood in front of the TV beside his Easter basket.
“I’m going to work.” I cradled his head and stroked his red curls. He was innocent in all this. I knew it, but fuck, I wouldn’t do this anymore.
“Work on Easter?” The boy stared at me in disbelief.
“Please, Rocky.” Irisah put her hand on my chest. “I love you.”
“The fuck you do. Stop acting so pathetic.” I pulled away from them, the only two people who’d been a constant in my life for years. My family. But in the last few weeks, they’d become strangers to me as I recalled more of my past. They weren’t how I remembered them. Cole was older, for one. But Irisah had lost her edge and taken on the role of mom and girlfriend. She kept the house clean and cooked. She wasn’t wild, crazy, and bossy like when we’d first met. She was my woman and respected me. And it was all fucking wrong. “I’m out.”
I stormed out of the house to my Harley. Cole ran behind me and stood barefoot on the driveway with his red, curly wild locks blowing in the wind and his arms clutching that big-ass Easter basket to his chest. Tears ran down his face, and it gutted me.
But I wouldn’t comfort him and left like a fucking asshole.
Irisah had made this mess. She could deal with Cole and his questions. She no longer had me to take care of everything.
I rode through the outskirts of San Angelo, Texas. It was a dusty and barren place, laced with poverty and violence. It had been my home for a long time, but now it was time to return to Scornrock, South Dakota, and reclaim my life.
A call came in on Bluetooth. I pulled to the shoulder of the road and answered it. “Xabier, where you all at?”
“Wichita, Kansas. I tried calling you last night.”
“I know. Sorry.” I’d been flipping the fuck out, on the verge of ending my life, so I’d drunk myself into the gutter and taken oxy. When the realization had hit me that it had been five years since I’d last seen Ella, it had sent me over the edge. I couldn’t cope and had wanted to end my life because I knew she’d moved on without me. No woman would hold out, waiting for her man for so long without a word from him. Fuck! I should’ve put a bullet in my head, but I couldn’t. “Shit’s getting bad with me. What’d you find out?”
“We’ll be in San Angelo by five. I can fill you in then.”
“The fuck you will. Did you find her? I gotta know now, brother.” What I did next was contingent on my crew’s findings.
“Yeah, boss. We actually helped fix her flat tire.”
“You talked to her?” My chest burned, and longing set in. “How can you be sure it was her?”
“Because she told us her name was Ella, and she looks exactly like the photo.”
“So she’s still in Scornrock. How’d she look?”
“Good.”
“Your cocks didn’t get hard for her, did they?” I rolled my hands into fists.
“Are you kidding? We don’t have a death wish.” He snorted, but I heard the nervousness in his voice.
Xabier and Keeno were walking a thin line with me. After confronting them about keeping Irisah’s secrets from me, I’d made them piss their pants and beg for their lives as I’d played Russian Roulette while pressing the head of my Glock 19 to their foreheads.
