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“I don’t know… I’d have felt pretty fucking satisfied. If no one saw him come in you’d have woken up in the morning with some overturned soil in the backyard.”
“Two years and this is how it ends,” Dom shakes his head.
“You can always follow him for a bit and do him later?”
“I’m not that guy,” says Dom. “Lara made her decision. We’ll honor it starting now.”
“I’d better go check on her.”
Dom nods to me and I leave the garage. I take a slow walk back to the bar, thinking about what I’m going to say to her. She should know thewholetruth.
I wonder if she’ll blame me or see me in a different light.
When I get to the bar, she’s not there. I ask Cassidy and Stacey, “Where’s Lara?”
Cassidy answers, “Not here. What happened?”
“Tell you later.”
I head back to the clubhouse. She probably wants to be alone after what happened, but if I don’t tell her now, I don’t know if I ever will.
I get to her room and she’s not there either, but there’s a handwritten note on the bed. It says:
To whomever finds this,
My brother didn’t die for me to become a murderer. I took an oath to do no harm. This is not where I belong. I’m going home. Please respect my wishes and don’t come after me.
Goodbye,
Lara.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Lara
It’s a week later… that was a hell of a road trip getting back to Boston. It’s pretty much the exactotherend of the country.
When I was going West in the beginning, I thought it would be fun to explore a little bit and sleep in a new motel every night.
Heading east, I just wanted to get home as fast as I could. If I’d known what would happen, I’d have taken a flight in the beginning!
I wanted to fly back that night…but I couldn’t leave my car. It’s the most valuable thing I have.
Well, maybe the Harley, but that’s not my thing. It never was. That was fantasy land and I don’t belong there.
Do I miss everyone? Yeah, I do.
Do I like being lied to? No, I don’t.
If I had known that Luke died because he was shot, I’d never have gone there for my holiday. I’d never have gone back thereever!
Ultimately, that club is what killed him. Hanging out with those kinds of people is what did him in. Normal people don’t get shot by fucking meth-heads.
Did I want to let Malcolm Cortez go? No. But, I had no choice…I took an oath. Killing him wouldn’t have brought Luke back. What would’ve been the point? Should I destroymylife to settle a score that doesn’t even exist?
Dom said one thing that was true—life is mostly random bullshit.
Everyone in the club has tried calling, even Stacey and Cassidy. I know it’s not their fault, but I’m just not ready to talk to anybody yet.
