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After I left the diner, I strolled downtown to walk off my frustrations and check out my old stomping grounds. There were several vacant buildings. I couldn’t remember what they’d been before I’d left. The area was eerily quiet, but it was still early. Locals would be out and about soon, I was sure.
Why wouldn’t Ella work at one of the local businesses instead of being a club slut? The boutique or hair salon would be a better fit than spreading her legs for those assholes. She could’ve been a receptionist or a cashier at the grocery store. Anything would’ve been more acceptable than fucking and sucking filthy cocks.
Maybe her folks will enlighten me.
I returned to the diner, got into my truck, and went to Ella’s parents’ house. Strangely, my muscle memory took over and guided me right to where I needed to go. It was only a quarter after seven. Pounding on their door wouldn’t be good, but I needed answersnow.
The cars in the driveway were different than I remembered. A minivan? That seemed strange. Then again, Ella’s dad was a pastor, another detail that had just come to me. The van might belong to the church.
I parked across the street and sat there. More memories rolled back. We’d argued about something behind the big tree to the right of the driveway, then we’d kissed. I’d had bruises on my face, and it was dark.
My heart raced, and my hands shook. It was insane how worked up I got when I thought of Ella. Another scene flashed in my head. She was on my lap, and we were fucking. I remembered her moans and the warmth of her pussy pulsing around my cock.
More importantly, overwhelming love for her flooded my veins, and my chest tightened.
I pushed my driver’s side door open and stalked to the front porch, not giving a shit what time it was, and pounded my fist on the door.
“Just a second,” a woman said. When she appeared, I was confident she wasn’t Ella’s mom. This lady was too young and had a toddler on her hip. “Yes?”
“I’m looking for Pastor Hill.”
“Oh, he doesn’t live here.” She looked past me and avoided my gaze.
“Do you know where he moved? I really need to speak to him.”
“I’m sorry, but he died several years ago.”
I stepped back, as if punched in the gut. “He’s dead?”
“Yes.” She kissed her child’s head. “It was quite tragic. Sorry to be the bearer of sad news.” She slowly closed the door.
“Wait.” I put my hand up. “Do you know where his wife moved to?”
Her face fell. “She’s also dead. This little guy needs his breakfast. Sorry, I’m not any help.” She shut the door and bolted it.
I was frozen in place. Both of Ella’s parents were dead. This shocking news made me sad, though I hardly remembered them.
I pulled myself together and left. Vegas had better be up and ready to talk. I needed answers more than ever.
He wasn’t awake when I got to the clubhouse. Nobody was in the kitchen or milling about.Lazy fucks.
I lit a cigarette, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and waited at the table. Shit was pretty fucked up in Scornrock. It made my life in Texas seem normal and uneventful. My crew and I stole vehicles and stripped them for parts. We’d made enough without risking our lives and endangering our families. Xabier and Keeno didn’t have wives or kids, but they sent money to Mexico to help their relatives.
Cole and Irisah came to mind. I fucking hated her but not the boy.
Finally, after nine, Mona appeared. “Oh, RJ. I wasn’t expecting to see you so early.”
“Early? I guess not much has changed. Those assholes still sleep until noon, don’t they?”
She forced a smile while she made a pot of coffee. “They’re nocturnal creatures.”
“Were you with Vegas? Is he up? I need to talk to him.”
“He’s in the shower and will be out shortly. He’s in a foul mood. He hates to be woken up.” It sounded like she had spent the night with him.
“Who woke him?”
“Ella, when she called to say she wasn’t coming to work today.” She snapped her mouth shut like she hadn’t meant to divulge the information.
