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Authors: Jeri Williams
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stupid. He held the door open for me, and my stomach clenched with the aroma. I was starving. He took the lead once inside and led us to a back booth. I slid in across from him and put my hands in my lap because I didn’t know what to do with them. My silly brain kept thinking this was a date, when logically I knew it wasn’t. It couldn’t be.
“So, Har, tell me your biggest dream.” He smiled at me expectantly.
I looked in his eyes, and at that moment I wanted to do anything he asked me. Those steel eyes threw me. I wanted to tell him everything but knew I couldn’t.
This was going to be a long dinner.
Chapter 10
Deklan
My night just got much more interesting.
After the shittastic night I’d had, all I wanted to do was find some willing bitch or two and sink in.
Matty had finally caught up to me at my crappy-ass hotel, and after a verbal bitching about how not to fuck up when big brother is trying to close a deal, I gave in and followed him out to go see Mom while she as awake. I drove my baby. Choosing to ride in separate cars would send a message that I could dip the fuck out at any time. That’s just the way I liked it.
I pulled up and saw the Lincoln parked in its normal spot, in pristine condition as always. I thought about taking my keys and keying the shit out of the side of the shiny white eyesore. My old man lived and breathed that old-ass car, and it would probably send him to an early grave if anything happened to it. Growing up, I knew that touching the Lincoln meant death. Immediately. I had always wanted to touch it and see if the old man would really lose his shit and kill me. Me, not Matt, because Matty was the star child and could do no wrong.
I was the fuckup.
“You gonna just stand there and stare at Dad’s car all day, or are you going to come say something to our dying mother?” My brother’s voice cut through my thoughts.
I cut my eyes at him but didn’t say anything. My shoulder check when I passed him said it all. Bitch.
I walked in and went straight to where Mom was, nodding my greeting to her nurse.
“You were already here,” my brother stated when he realized I knew my mother wasn’t in her room but in the study, which was bigger and had been converted to a room for her. Nothing got by this crackpot detective.
“Yup” was all the explanation I gave, then I silently walked over to the bed were my pale and fragile mother was resting. Her eyes fluttered at the shadow I cast over her face, and she slowly opened her eyes.
“They say…they say that your senses sharpen when…when you…when it’s your time,” she wheezed out. She was getting oxygen through a nasal tube that wrapped around her ears and went to her nose, but from what I could see, it wasn’t doing shit for her breathing. She still struggled to catch her breath.
Shit sucked to witness.
“I heard your car.” She coughed and looked up at me with a weak smile. “I heard your car from down the road, and I told Greta here that my baby boy had come home.”
“Yeah, Ma. I’m home,” I said gruffly. I acted all hard and shit, but I loved my mom like nothing else, and I didn’t blame her for the shit that went down in this house while I was growing up. She loved me and had done her best.
“I don’t have long now…” She closed her eyes on a bad cough. I watched Greta come over with a cup and give her some water.
Fuck, this shit was rough. I saw this shit on TV and heard about it from others, and for the most part, shit just rolled off my shoulders. But this right here? Nope, couldn’t do it.
“Mom…,” Matty started.
“No, son, I can feel it. I know, and I’ve made my peace with it. You should, too.” She reached out her hand for him to come closer, and he obliged, leaving his position by the door and coming to stand on the other side of her bed.
“My boys.” She grabbed our hands in both of hers and gave a feeble squeeze to mine. “Matt, can I talk to your brother for a
“So, Har, tell me your biggest dream.” He smiled at me expectantly.
I looked in his eyes, and at that moment I wanted to do anything he asked me. Those steel eyes threw me. I wanted to tell him everything but knew I couldn’t.
This was going to be a long dinner.
Chapter 10
Deklan
My night just got much more interesting.
After the shittastic night I’d had, all I wanted to do was find some willing bitch or two and sink in.
Matty had finally caught up to me at my crappy-ass hotel, and after a verbal bitching about how not to fuck up when big brother is trying to close a deal, I gave in and followed him out to go see Mom while she as awake. I drove my baby. Choosing to ride in separate cars would send a message that I could dip the fuck out at any time. That’s just the way I liked it.
I pulled up and saw the Lincoln parked in its normal spot, in pristine condition as always. I thought about taking my keys and keying the shit out of the side of the shiny white eyesore. My old man lived and breathed that old-ass car, and it would probably send him to an early grave if anything happened to it. Growing up, I knew that touching the Lincoln meant death. Immediately. I had always wanted to touch it and see if the old man would really lose his shit and kill me. Me, not Matt, because Matty was the star child and could do no wrong.
I was the fuckup.
“You gonna just stand there and stare at Dad’s car all day, or are you going to come say something to our dying mother?” My brother’s voice cut through my thoughts.
I cut my eyes at him but didn’t say anything. My shoulder check when I passed him said it all. Bitch.
I walked in and went straight to where Mom was, nodding my greeting to her nurse.
“You were already here,” my brother stated when he realized I knew my mother wasn’t in her room but in the study, which was bigger and had been converted to a room for her. Nothing got by this crackpot detective.
“Yup” was all the explanation I gave, then I silently walked over to the bed were my pale and fragile mother was resting. Her eyes fluttered at the shadow I cast over her face, and she slowly opened her eyes.
“They say…they say that your senses sharpen when…when you…when it’s your time,” she wheezed out. She was getting oxygen through a nasal tube that wrapped around her ears and went to her nose, but from what I could see, it wasn’t doing shit for her breathing. She still struggled to catch her breath.
Shit sucked to witness.
“I heard your car.” She coughed and looked up at me with a weak smile. “I heard your car from down the road, and I told Greta here that my baby boy had come home.”
“Yeah, Ma. I’m home,” I said gruffly. I acted all hard and shit, but I loved my mom like nothing else, and I didn’t blame her for the shit that went down in this house while I was growing up. She loved me and had done her best.
“I don’t have long now…” She closed her eyes on a bad cough. I watched Greta come over with a cup and give her some water.
Fuck, this shit was rough. I saw this shit on TV and heard about it from others, and for the most part, shit just rolled off my shoulders. But this right here? Nope, couldn’t do it.
“Mom…,” Matty started.
“No, son, I can feel it. I know, and I’ve made my peace with it. You should, too.” She reached out her hand for him to come closer, and he obliged, leaving his position by the door and coming to stand on the other side of her bed.
“My boys.” She grabbed our hands in both of hers and gave a feeble squeeze to mine. “Matt, can I talk to your brother for a
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