SAVAGE ROAD - Layne & Shelby

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President ’ s patch down to the table. He
then looked at me and nodded. One quick nod. He turned and stormed out of the
meeting room. The door slammed with a defeated boom .
    It hurt Finn to do that.
    I took the patch and looked around
the table. “ We ’ re done here. I want you all out
there and ready to go soon. First line of business is to deliver the traitor
right where he wanted to be. ”
    “ What
the fuck does that mean? ” Ax asked.
    I smiled. “ We ’ re
going to take Bain ’ s body
and give it to the Mountain Killers. They wanted him. He wanted them. It ’ s perfect. ”
    I pounded the gavel once and
everyone jumped up.
    They filed out of the room and
stared at the patch in my hand.
    It was all mine.
    And that meant all the bullshit
that came with it.
    I took off my leather cut and
grinned. I just needed to find someone to sew the patch on.
    Then it was time to go straight to
war.
     

11.
     
    (Shelby)
     
    I finished my coffee and looked
across the shitty kitchen table at Dad. His gaze was out the window, like it
always was. Living in a permanent state of paranoia and fear, I had been left
with no choice but to just roll with it. I couldn ’ t
get him to leave Oakville. I couldn ’ t
get him to do anything. He was stubborn, and the demons in his mind and heart
took over the rest of his body a long time ago. That also included the bottle
of brandy next to his coffee cup.
    “ I
have to go, ” I said. “ Thanks for the coffee. ”
    Truth of it was that Dad made damn
good coffee. Considering he lived in a camping trailer that was held up by a
few cinderblocks. Not the life he really envisioned. Everything else in the
small place stunk of stale air, rotten food, and the faint, tangy odor of piss.
He slept with a rifle next to his bed like it was a woman.
    Each time I saw the damn thing it
made me think of my mother and whatever the fuck happened between them that
made her split and made Dad so insane.
    I walked around the table and
touched Dad ’ s shoulder.
    “ Jesus
fuck! ” he yelped and swung
his hand.
    He punched me in the gut, sending
me flying back. I crashed into the kitchenette counter, sending a glass jar of
coffee grinds down to the floor. It shattered and spilled like dirt all over
the yellow, thin carpeting.
    I grabbed my belly and groaned,
blinking away tears.
    “ What
the fuck were you thinking? ” he growled at me. “ Fuck,
Shelby. Fuck, girl. ”
    “ I ’ m sorry, ” I whispered. “ I
was just …”
    Dad stood and turned. I saw the gun
attached to his hip and it bothered me. I don ’ t
know why it bothered me. I was around guns all the time. But when Dad carried …
    “ I ’ m sorry, ” Dad said. He crouched down. “ You know, I ’ ll never understand why you ’ re out here. This place is like
the end of the world. Where all the garbage just flows and stops. ”
    “ It ’ s where anyone last heard from
her, ” I said. “ You know that. ”
    “ You ’ re going to be disappointed, ” Dad said. “ She ’ s a worthless person. ”
    “ She
was your wife. She ’ s my
mother. How bad …”
    “ I
thought you were leaving. ”
    I slowly reached out. I touched Dad ’ s collar and fixed it. That ’ s all I had been trying to do to
begin with.
    Coming here was always an emotional
roller coaster. I always figured I ’ d
find Dad dead. That was maybe what I hoped for. Then everything I knew and
everything that was wrong with him, with me, it would all end.
    Coming here today was even worse.
Because of Layne. I couldn ’ t
get him out of my mind. The way he stood behind me, touching, fucking. The way
I just threw my one damn rule up in the air for a little while. For him. Hell,
for me. I needed it just as bad as he did. It had been too long since someone
went at me like that.
    The bad part? I wanted it again.
    “ Be
safe, ” Dad said. He stood
and stared down at me. “ I
hate that you ’ re there. You
don ’ t have to do that
anymore. I only needed to know

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