“Why did we brings the truck, Uncle Devil? I wanted to ride on the backs of your bike.” This had to be the longest ten-minute drive in history. Whatever possessed me to volunteer to do this needed to be exorcised out.
“Spider, your mom doesn’t want you riding on the back of the bikes yet. Besides, we are going to the bakery so we needed space to put the goodies. We couldn’t shove them in the saddlebags, could we?”
“No, I don’t like my cupcakes with smushed icing.”
“Who does?”
“Who does, what?” she asked.
“No, sweetheart, ‘who does’ is just a phrase... Never mind, we’re almost there.” I was going back to Black Hawk and hiding in the garage and keeping my mouth shut when the women were around. Speed and Crusher probably high-fived when I said I would do this. Sami had invited everyone for dinner that she and Carly were cooking for all the help we gave in moving them in, then they realized there was nothing for dessert. I should have known I was being setup when their own men didn’t say dick. Couldn’t wait for what they suckered the others into for their parts in the Ally turned shyster roll. ‘Cause damn, I knew we all had foul mouths but who knew they were that bad. Sami does now, since we had to come clean when she found the shoebox in Ally’s closet full of dollar bills. When Sami counted it, Spider/Shyster, as some had begun to call her, had made a hundred and two dollars in just over a week. Combine that with the as I like to refer to it as ‘the oil incident’ did not help our cause one bit. So trying to get back in the good graces of the women, I asked if they needed anything and before I knew it, I’m in the truck on my way to the bakery in town.
Of course when you mention bakery within a mile of Ally, you’re buying cupcakes and she’s in the truck with you because she wants to pick them out. That part I don’t mind because Ally’s a sweetheart.
“Yous are grouchy. Do you needs laid, Uncle Devil?” I almost wrecked the truck when I jerked my head around to look in the backseat at Ally.
“Where did you hear that?” Okay, we were going to have to be more diligent around the club if she was hearing shit like that.
“I heard Daddy tells Momma that she was being grouchy and needed laid. When I’m grouchy am I goings to need laid too?” I glanced in Ally’s direction after I parked in front of the bakery, she wore a frown on her face as if in thought. And no, I was not going to go there, however, I wasn’t against a little payback.
I got out and went around the front of the vehicle to open the door so Ally could get out. “Sweetheart, why don’t you ask your daddy that question during dinner tonight? I bet he can answer it way better than I can.” All of sudden I was looking forward dinner. Who said karma didn’t have a sense of humor?
“‘K, but I hopes I like being laid.” Yeah, may be wrong but I was going to deflect. Didn’t want to think of her grown and getting anything from a damn man.
“Let see about getting you some cupcakes.” Ally immediately grabbed my hand and we walked to the door, then she pushed it open, dragging me behind her.
I looked around. I hadn’t been in the bakery since before I left for the military. We stood in line behind several customers as Bailey darted around the counter filling their orders.
As I watched her, the girl who had at one time told me she loved me, would she feel the same now if I confessed to her that I killed her brother?