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syllable slowly. “How are doing on this fine, beautiful day.”
LeRoy paused, and I knew Ash was saying
something on the other end.
“Oh, don’t you worry,” LeRoy smirked. “We’re taking real good care of your little
family. If you’re a good boy and do as you’re told, you might get to see them
one last time before you meet your maker.”
As if LeRoy had
just sucker punched me, it was starting to make sense. They didn’t want to kill
me or Tuck. They wanted to kill Ash. They wanted to make him pay for what he’d
done to Tripp, and Tuck and I were nothing more than bait to lure him in.
“Be a good boy, now,” LeRoy said to Ash. “Do as your alpha tells you.”
LeRoy hung up the phone and threw it on the
ground, stomping it into a million pieces with his weathered, leather boots and
laughing all the while.
“You’re disgusting,” I snickered to him.
“You better not lay a hand on my husband.”
LeRoy laughed as if I were some meek little
mouse trying to scare away a lion. “Oh, it’s not your husband we want.”
I pinched my face in confusion. “What do
you want then?”
“We want your daddy’s head on a platter,” LeRoy licked his lips like a maniacal psychopath.
“Why my father?” I asked, still confused.
“For covering up Tripp’s murder,” he
said, as if was obvious. “Had he never done that, Tripp’s killer, who we all
know is your precious Ash Decker, would be behind bars right now waiting for
his turn in the electric chair.”
“My father didn’t hurt Tripp,” I said.
“He was trying to protect his family. Isn’t that what family does?”
“Exactly,” LeRoy seethed. “Tripp was my cousin. We were family. You fuck with my family, I fuck
with yours.”
Nothing I could ever say or do would
change LeRoy’s mind or the intentions of the Cottonmouths.
Their perfectly orchestrated plan was finally coming together, and that’s all
they cared about.
“What are you going to do with Ash?” I
asked.
“After he turns himself in, that’s for a
judge and jury to decide,” he said with his hands in the air.
“Aren’t you worried about him turning you
in for murdering my father?” I countered.
“Oh, he’ll never turn us in,” LeRoy snickered. “If he wants to keep his little family
safe that is…”
His eyes traveled from me to Tuck and
back. We were always going to be pawns in their manipulative schemes to get
what they wanted. It wouldn’t end here. It wouldn’t end ever.
“Do you have to kill my father?” I asked
as I fought back tears. All the man had ever done was protect his family and
his club. He was a good man with a good heart who sometimes had to do bad
things.
“You don’t know the half of what your
father has done,” LeRoy huffed. “If you only knew
what kind of monster he is.”
“He’s not a monster,” I yelled. “ Tripp was a monster.”
LeRoy flew at me like a bat out of hell and
slapped my cheek with an open palm. My skin burned red as pain radiated from
the site. “Don’t you ever talk bad about Tripp!”
LeRoy was so mad he was spitting and his eyes
were wiggling like some crazy, rabid animal.
“Tripp was a damn angel!” LeRoy continued. “A freaking saint!”
They hadn’t the slightest clue about the
kind of person Tripp was, and from LeRoy’s reaction,
it was clear that they’d glorified him into something he wasn’t since his
passing.
My hand covered the red spot on my cheek
in an attempt to sooth the pain.
“You apologize now!” LeRoy yelled.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, staring at my feet.
“You say that Tripp Cotton was a
Goddamned saint! He was a good boy!” LeRoy kept
yelling. “Say it!”
“Tripp Cotton was…a good…person.” I could
barely spit the words out. They tasted bitter and his name on my tongue took me
back to that night by the bonfire.
LeRoy paused, and I knew Ash was saying
something on the other end.
“Oh, don’t you worry,” LeRoy smirked. “We’re taking real good care of your little
family. If you’re a good boy and do as you’re told, you might get to see them
one last time before you meet your maker.”
As if LeRoy had
just sucker punched me, it was starting to make sense. They didn’t want to kill
me or Tuck. They wanted to kill Ash. They wanted to make him pay for what he’d
done to Tripp, and Tuck and I were nothing more than bait to lure him in.
“Be a good boy, now,” LeRoy said to Ash. “Do as your alpha tells you.”
LeRoy hung up the phone and threw it on the
ground, stomping it into a million pieces with his weathered, leather boots and
laughing all the while.
“You’re disgusting,” I snickered to him.
“You better not lay a hand on my husband.”
LeRoy laughed as if I were some meek little
mouse trying to scare away a lion. “Oh, it’s not your husband we want.”
I pinched my face in confusion. “What do
you want then?”
“We want your daddy’s head on a platter,” LeRoy licked his lips like a maniacal psychopath.
“Why my father?” I asked, still confused.
“For covering up Tripp’s murder,” he
said, as if was obvious. “Had he never done that, Tripp’s killer, who we all
know is your precious Ash Decker, would be behind bars right now waiting for
his turn in the electric chair.”
“My father didn’t hurt Tripp,” I said.
“He was trying to protect his family. Isn’t that what family does?”
“Exactly,” LeRoy seethed. “Tripp was my cousin. We were family. You fuck with my family, I fuck
with yours.”
Nothing I could ever say or do would
change LeRoy’s mind or the intentions of the Cottonmouths.
Their perfectly orchestrated plan was finally coming together, and that’s all
they cared about.
“What are you going to do with Ash?” I
asked.
“After he turns himself in, that’s for a
judge and jury to decide,” he said with his hands in the air.
“Aren’t you worried about him turning you
in for murdering my father?” I countered.
“Oh, he’ll never turn us in,” LeRoy snickered. “If he wants to keep his little family
safe that is…”
His eyes traveled from me to Tuck and
back. We were always going to be pawns in their manipulative schemes to get
what they wanted. It wouldn’t end here. It wouldn’t end ever.
“Do you have to kill my father?” I asked
as I fought back tears. All the man had ever done was protect his family and
his club. He was a good man with a good heart who sometimes had to do bad
things.
“You don’t know the half of what your
father has done,” LeRoy huffed. “If you only knew
what kind of monster he is.”
“He’s not a monster,” I yelled. “ Tripp was a monster.”
LeRoy flew at me like a bat out of hell and
slapped my cheek with an open palm. My skin burned red as pain radiated from
the site. “Don’t you ever talk bad about Tripp!”
LeRoy was so mad he was spitting and his eyes
were wiggling like some crazy, rabid animal.
“Tripp was a damn angel!” LeRoy continued. “A freaking saint!”
They hadn’t the slightest clue about the
kind of person Tripp was, and from LeRoy’s reaction,
it was clear that they’d glorified him into something he wasn’t since his
passing.
My hand covered the red spot on my cheek
in an attempt to sooth the pain.
“You apologize now!” LeRoy yelled.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, staring at my feet.
“You say that Tripp Cotton was a
Goddamned saint! He was a good boy!” LeRoy kept
yelling. “Say it!”
“Tripp Cotton was…a good…person.” I could
barely spit the words out. They tasted bitter and his name on my tongue took me
back to that night by the bonfire.
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