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Jack rolled her eyes as she exited the house. She moved past Preacher, dragging two large suitcases and one duffel bag. Wrench took one of the suitcases while Doc grabbed the other and explained the deal.
“I booked you a stay at the Glass House. You can check in this morning and don’t have to check out until tomorrow at one in the afternoon. It’s already paid for, so don’t worry about that.”
“I’m sorry about this,” Jack told Doc as he opened the trunk of her car.
“I’m sure you are on some level.” Doc shoved the suitcases into Jack’s Camaro before turning to look at the girl. “There’s no coming back this time, Jacqueline.”
Jack looked at the ground. She’d screwed the pooch this time. “I know.”
Doc waited until Jack was in the car good before closing the door. He remained stone-faced as he watched her start the car with tears running down her face. She had used Preacher like an ATM card, and not one of the brothers had liked how she’d played him. When she pulled down the driveway, Doc walked back toward the others.
He kept an eye on Officer Kipper as Officer Green still stood talking to Preacher and Bones. Wrench had stepped out of view once he dropped Jack’s suitcase by the car. “Is there anything else we can help you gentlemen with?” Doc asked, trying to move the two cops along.
“No, I think that wraps things up.” Officer Green signaled for the other officer to move along as he walked to his cruiser.
Doc saw Wrench step out of the tree line as the two cars pulled onto the highway and watched the brother holster a 9mm at his back. As Wrench sauntered toward him with a smirk on his face, Doc worried one day he wouldn’t be able to help them. “Preacher.”
“Hmm?” he mumbled absentmindedly.
“What can we do for you?” Doc asked him, curious how the brother was doing head-wise.
“I’m good.” Preacher looked at his brothers. “It’s been coming.” What else could he say, that his heart was broken? The fact was his heart was intact. He and Jack had tried too hard in the beginning to force the relationship to work, her by always apologizing when she caused a problem and him by trying to fix it by giving her whatever she wanted. It hadn’t been a match made in heaven. It had been forged out of necessity. Meaning she needed someone to pay for her lifestyle, and his bank account did just that. “Son of a bitch.”
“What?” Doc asked.
“She has a debit card attached to my checking account and two of my credit cards.” He wanted to laugh at the situation. Jack had just rolled out of his life and still had him by the fucking balls.
“I’ll go by later and get those back for you,” Doc said.
Preacher smiled, shaking his head. He was tired and didn’t give a shit. “Thanks. It might be easier if I cancel them.”
“How much cash do you have on you?” Doc asked.
Preacher pulled out his wallet and peeled off three hundred dollars. He handed it to Doc. “How much more do I owe you for this house call?” he asked the brother.
“This isn’t for me.” Doc smirked. “This is for your ex-girlfriend. I’m going to get the cards, and she’s going to get the cash.” Doc folded the bills and shoved them into his pocket. “We don’t want her getting on the road flat broke.”
Preacher watched Bones and Wrench pull out cash from their wallets. Altogether, Jack was leaving town with seven hundred dollars. “Doc, what do I have to do about the business?”
Scratching his head, Doc took a drag of his smoke and exhaled as he thought about the question. “Do you think she’ll stay or go?”
“Go,” said Bones and Wrench before Preacher could answer for himself.
“What they said.”
“I’ll talk to her tomorrow and let you know what the deal is.” Doc waved goodnight as he headed for his car. “Call Viper and give her the real story, not the one Jack’s gonna spin. We don’t need Trick and Pierce causing trouble between clubs,” Doc added, opening his car door. This whole damn thing was nothing but a shitshow.Relationships were nothing but trouble, he thought as he slid behind the wheel of his black Dodge Charger.
“I need some sleep,” Preacher mumbled, hoping Bones and Wrench would head home.
Bones slapped him on the back. “I’m a phone call away,” he told Preacher. Walking toward his bike, he motioned for Wrench to get a move on. If it was him, Bones knew he’d want to be alone. Sometimes you didn’t need witnesses to your meltdowns.
ChapterEight
Preacher walked into the quiet house, glad that Bones and Wrench hadn’t pressed him on things. He wanted to take a shower and get some sleep. Tomorrow, he’d do what Doc said and call Viper. They didn’t need problems between the Road Devils and the Gypsy Kings. He was damn sure he didn’t want to pay another fine due to Jack.
Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he popped the top off the bottle and flipped it into the trash. Heading for the bedroom, Preacher’s boot kicked something. His eyes watched the small black tube go flying across the hardwood floor. Following it as the thing made its way bouncing and spinning across the room, he snatched it up. Looking at the black cylinder, he recognized it as one of Jack’s many lipstick tubes. Preacher kept hold of it as he walked down the short hall toward his bedroom.
When he stepped across the threshold, he stopped short. The bedroom was a mess. Dresser drawers were opened haphazardly.The closet door laid open, and he could see empty hangers still swinging on the rod from where she’d yanked the clothes from the wire frames. Some laid scattered on the floor, a few items of clothing tangled up with them. Rubbing a hand down his tired face, he closed the closet door before heading for the shower.
