He pauses and spits on the sidewalk next to my feet. “Whether you agreed with Kent's decision or not, you shoulda been there. I'm not going to justify myself to you.”
And then he's pushing away from the wood and stumbling down the sidewalk like a Goddamn drunk. I let him go, staring at his back, at the Triple M colors he's flying, and I know that whether I like it or not, I've got to step in and deal with this shit on my own.
Otherwise somebody could get hurt.
I try not to think about Amy when I say that.
“You stupid motherfucker,” I say when I walk into Beck's hotel room and find him naked in bed with Mel. She smiles at me and makes no move to cover up her lily-white ass with the sheets.
“Good morning to you, too, Austin,” she says as she stretches like the cat who got the fucking cream and leans forward to press a sultry kiss to Beck's smiling lips. He slaps her on the ass as she gets up and watches her with twinkling eyes. The stupid fuck can't get enough of that bitch.
“What the hell happened last night? Gaine won't talk to me, and he looks like a friggin' wreck.” Diamond chuckles, and I have to resist the urge to jump her ass and put her in a coma. Now, I'm not normally of the mind to go around hitting women, but Melissa Diamond has long since crossed over into a dimension all her own, so I think I could manage at least a couple o' hits before my conscience got the better of me. She slips into the bathroom and blows me a kiss before closing the door. “What the fuck?” I growl, but Beck just shrugs, sitting up and wincing as the blankets fall away and reveal a stomach covered in purple and green bruises. White bandages wrap around Beck's shoulder and obscure most of his Jolly Roger tat. “No more Diamond,” I tell him, but he never listens. One day the Pres is going to find out and Beck is going to lose his dick in a knife fight.
“They were using chains,” Beck explains, pointing at his stomach. “It was just Gaine and Mireya and me – ” I take a step forward and Beck pauses, somehow realizing how serious this shit has just gotten. “Mireya?” I ask, and my tone is ice. Now she's involved in all of this shit? What the hell have I done? Was I too preoccupied with Amy? But no, that's not it at all. I didn't do what Kent asked because I didn't believe in it. He already holds the keys to part of my soul, and I'd like to keep the rest. “It was supposed to be quiet, you know, just in and out. We took some baseball bats down and we were just gonna rough things up. We didn't plan on going all the way.”
“I fucking told you, all three of you not to get messed up in this shit.” Beck won't look at me, keeping his green eyes focused on the dresser next to the door.
“Why not?”
“I can't tell you, you know that,” I say although I wish I could. I wish I could tell somebody. But then, I got into this mess on my own and someday, I'm going to get out of it. For now, I think it might be best if I play Kent's games a little better. This burden should be on my shoulders and not my friends'. There's a reason that asshole picked the three of them for the job when there were plenty of other people who were more than capable. “Where do you think all the money comes from? You want to get a fucking job? Let me worry about this shit, and don't,” I point my finger at Beck's chest. “Go roughin' up other people's bikes.”
“Code of the Road?” Beck jokes, wincing when his laughter pulls at the bandages on his chest.
“Fuck you, asshole,” I tell him and then I'm out of there and storming down the hallway towards Mireya's room. I don't even make it halfway there before my own door is opening, and she's stepping out with a towel on her head and a robe over her shoulders.
“Hey,” she says, and her voice is soft. When she looks at me, I can see that she's not angry about Amy anymore. She thinks the threat is over; wait till she hears about my request to Kent. She's going to stop looking
And then he's pushing away from the wood and stumbling down the sidewalk like a Goddamn drunk. I let him go, staring at his back, at the Triple M colors he's flying, and I know that whether I like it or not, I've got to step in and deal with this shit on my own.
Otherwise somebody could get hurt.
I try not to think about Amy when I say that.
“You stupid motherfucker,” I say when I walk into Beck's hotel room and find him naked in bed with Mel. She smiles at me and makes no move to cover up her lily-white ass with the sheets.
“Good morning to you, too, Austin,” she says as she stretches like the cat who got the fucking cream and leans forward to press a sultry kiss to Beck's smiling lips. He slaps her on the ass as she gets up and watches her with twinkling eyes. The stupid fuck can't get enough of that bitch.
“What the hell happened last night? Gaine won't talk to me, and he looks like a friggin' wreck.” Diamond chuckles, and I have to resist the urge to jump her ass and put her in a coma. Now, I'm not normally of the mind to go around hitting women, but Melissa Diamond has long since crossed over into a dimension all her own, so I think I could manage at least a couple o' hits before my conscience got the better of me. She slips into the bathroom and blows me a kiss before closing the door. “What the fuck?” I growl, but Beck just shrugs, sitting up and wincing as the blankets fall away and reveal a stomach covered in purple and green bruises. White bandages wrap around Beck's shoulder and obscure most of his Jolly Roger tat. “No more Diamond,” I tell him, but he never listens. One day the Pres is going to find out and Beck is going to lose his dick in a knife fight.
“They were using chains,” Beck explains, pointing at his stomach. “It was just Gaine and Mireya and me – ” I take a step forward and Beck pauses, somehow realizing how serious this shit has just gotten. “Mireya?” I ask, and my tone is ice. Now she's involved in all of this shit? What the hell have I done? Was I too preoccupied with Amy? But no, that's not it at all. I didn't do what Kent asked because I didn't believe in it. He already holds the keys to part of my soul, and I'd like to keep the rest. “It was supposed to be quiet, you know, just in and out. We took some baseball bats down and we were just gonna rough things up. We didn't plan on going all the way.”
“I fucking told you, all three of you not to get messed up in this shit.” Beck won't look at me, keeping his green eyes focused on the dresser next to the door.
“Why not?”
“I can't tell you, you know that,” I say although I wish I could. I wish I could tell somebody. But then, I got into this mess on my own and someday, I'm going to get out of it. For now, I think it might be best if I play Kent's games a little better. This burden should be on my shoulders and not my friends'. There's a reason that asshole picked the three of them for the job when there were plenty of other people who were more than capable. “Where do you think all the money comes from? You want to get a fucking job? Let me worry about this shit, and don't,” I point my finger at Beck's chest. “Go roughin' up other people's bikes.”
“Code of the Road?” Beck jokes, wincing when his laughter pulls at the bandages on his chest.
“Fuck you, asshole,” I tell him and then I'm out of there and storming down the hallway towards Mireya's room. I don't even make it halfway there before my own door is opening, and she's stepping out with a towel on her head and a robe over her shoulders.
“Hey,” she says, and her voice is soft. When she looks at me, I can see that she's not angry about Amy anymore. She thinks the threat is over; wait till she hears about my request to Kent. She's going to stop looking
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