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Sam raised the phone to throw it, but he didn’t. He needed to figure out what to do. Finishing his coffee, his belly growled again and it reminded him he hadn’t eaten yet. So he got up to make some toast and eggs for a late lunch.
The first bite tasted terrible but he forced himself to finish the meal. When he finally pushed his plate away there was still food left but his belly was rolling again. He just couldn’t eat anymore. Pouring another cup of coffee, he sat down again.
Raising his hands, he rubbed his face. When his fingers pressed his eyeballs Sam groaned at the pain but he didn’t stop. He realized his wife and kids had been gone a full 24 hours now and the stillness in his house was unacceptable. Was that his destiny in life? To end up alone? To be alone the rest of his days because he couldn’t trust his own wife?
She had slapped his face yesterday when he accused her of cheating. Had that statement been a mistake? He thought about what she seemed to be keeping from him and an affair was the only thing he could think of. But was that something he even had to worry about? He never thought so before. She’d never given him reason to think she was cheating. Had he been wrong? He didn’t know of anything else she would need to hide from him. He often told her she could tell him anything and he’d meant it then.... But this? She’d been secretive for like a week now and he worried about her replacing him with someone younger.
Sam knew Melora well, or so he thought. Heart as big as all get out. A good friend to the women in the MC. Such a wonderful, giving mother. Why would she fail at being a faithful wife? Hell, her life had been no picnic, that was for sure. Although she had her mother for the first ten years of her life, the next six? That hadn’t been so good. She had to run from an abusive foster house then got together with Izzy and lived on the streets. That hadn’t been easy either. How she made it through all of that, he would never know. He found it hard to stomach himself as an adult when there were times he’d gone homeless for a few days. So he couldn’t imagine doing that for years.
Sam shook his head and then was startled by someone pounding on his front door. The sound was too loud for a couple of reasons. Quiet house and his sore head.
He got up and walked slowly to the door to yank it open.
There stood a very large man, one who could pound the jolly green giant down with just his fucking fists. A man no one ever wanted to piss off.
Now, he knew where his Silk had gone as he faced a very pissed-off Mountain. Sam glared at him and growled, “What the hell do you want?”
Chapter Three
Mountain sniffed the air and glared at Sam. “Where is my daughter?”
Sam frowned. “How the hell am I supposed to know? She ain’t here.”
“I can smell that, fool,” Mountain stated. “Stale beer and stupidity.”
“What I do in my own house is none of your business, old man,” Bones grumbled.
“My daughter and my grandkids are my business,” Mountain grated. He closed his large hands into fists and glared at Bones. “Shouldn’t you be at work by this time of the day?”
“That ain’t your business either.” Bones growled.
Mountain studied him for a moment then asked, “You look like hell warmed over, Bones. What’s going on here? I know you’re a man with secrets and all that shit but is everything okay?”
Bones glowered at him. His hangover was weighing on him and he just wanted to slam the damn door in his face. “Everything is just peachy. Now go away.” Bones slammed the door and turned to walk away.
The door opened again with a slam against the wall as the big man growled. Mountain stepped into the house and grabbed Bones’ shirt, lifting the not-so-small Sam right off the floor. With a teeth rattling shake or two, he then dropped him. “Act like you got some sense for once, asswipe. You need to make whatever this is right. This involves more than just your shit, whatever the fuck that is.”
Sam sprawled on the floor as he fought his roller coaster stomach all over again. Fucker was strong and he couldn’t beat him even without a hangover. There was no help for it though, turning his head, he vomited all over the floor.
Mountain curled his lip as he growled. “You’d better get your shit together, Sam and find your family. If you fuck this up, you’re going to lose more than your lunch. I don’t know what you did this time, but Melora doesn’t deserve this crap and neither do your kids.”
“Get the hell out of my house!” Sam grunted as he swiped at his mouth.
Mountain turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him so hard the hinges rattled.
Sam had to stay down for another couple of minutes, then slowly and carefully got up to head to the kitchen again. More paper towels and cleaner. His mess of a day had made more messes. He refused to think about what Mountain had said. He couldn't even deal with that giant on a good fucking day and today was far from that. Grumbling about people that needed to mind their own fucking business, he cleaned up his mess and shuttled off to his bedroom.
He now had to take another shower and get into some clean clothes. His fucked up day just kept getting more fucked up.
He stood under the spray and let the hot water pour over his aching body, he couldn’t remember a day when he’d had to take two showers. He leaned his head back and thought showers weren’t going to clean it all up though. As usual, he didn’t know how to make this right. But he still felt that Melora needed to tell him the truth, the whole truth. His earlier anger at Mountain now returned. His barging into his house and ordering him around took over his thoughts until the water ran cold.
When he was dressed again, he went out to the kitchen and grabbed the trash. Taking it out to the dumpster, he unloaded it and carried the can back inside. Putting another bag in the can, he shut the cabinet door.
Pushing his fingers through his hair, he wondered where Melora and the kids were for the hundredth time. It also occurred to him that Mountain was looking for her. Why? And how did he know that she had left?
He stilled. My wife left me. Shaking his head, he tried to shake this glaring fact away. She had to come back, right? Then he realized all over again that the house was just too quiet. “Fuck this,” he groused to himself as he decided he didn’t like the quiet so much.
Grabbing his keys, he went out to his bike. He swung his leg over it and stuck his key into the ignition. The roar of the engine echoed in his head. A ride would always help him in the past to get his head clear. When he checked the rearview mirror, he shut the engine off again. Melora was just pulling into the driveway. So he waited until she pulled up next to where his bike sat before he dismounted and went over to the driver’s door.
