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Miami, Florida
Rebel
After getting dicked around by the rental company I’m on my way to Miami as soon as I touch base back home and check in with Chelle.
Best Husband Ever: Missing you.
Chelle Belle: Are you missing these?
She sends me a picture of her cleavage, my dick hardens instantly.
Best Husband Ever: You trying to make me wreck?
Chelle Belle: You better not be texting and driving! >.<
I laugh.
Best Husband Ever: Just getting on the road, babe. I love you.
Shoving my phone down the front of my jeans, I send her a picture of my dick, all hard and ready for her.
Chelle Belle: Not fair! And OMG Axel almost saw! You nut!
I chuckle when my phone buzzes.
“Yeah, babe?”
“I'm not your fucking babe,” Grim roars in my ear.
Fuck.
“What's up?” I ask playing dumb.
“What the fuck ye think you’re doing running off to Florida chasing after ghosts?”
“Funny you mention ghosts, old man. Seems ye forgot to tell me something about your trip to Florida.”
“Leave it alone, Rebel,” he threatens.
“I can’t do that.”
He curses, “Goddamn it, son, don’t do this.”
“I’m not your son, brother.” My tongue clips on the word brother.
“Don’t go digging up shit ye can’t shovel, Rebel.”
“Fuck you, buddy, how about that. Ye knew. Ye motherfuckin’ knew my brother was alive and didn’t tell me. That’s royally fucked in the ass if you ask me.”
“I’m not asking ye, I’m telling ye. You go chasing demons, you won’t like what’s waiting for ye.”
“You threatening me, Grim?”
“No, motherfucker, I’m looking out for ye.”
“You mean covering your own ass and looking after your precious Baby,” I seethe, ready to throw my phone out the window.
“Goddamn it, Rebel, everything isn’t about you. Don’t you care about your nephew and your niece having a safe life?”
“So you admit it. You dirty cocksucker. I knew it. I motherfuckin’ knew you were hiding something.”
“Fine! Have it your way, but if anything, I mean anything happens as a result of your selfishness, I’ll end ye,” he growls
“I’d love for ye to try me. I owe you for my father, don’t ye ever forget that. I owe you a bullet to the temple.”
“This don’t have shit to do with your traitor of a father. He was a piece of shit and if ye want to take me on for giving that bastard his due then bring it on, little boy.” He laughs darkly on the other end.
Bastard.
“I’ll meet you in hell one day, old man.”
“Yeah, and we’ll smoke a joint with your old man. Be careful, ye little prick.”
“I hear ye.”
He ends the call, cocksucker.
I plug the address to the custom garage in on GPS. I might as well start there. It’s the only real lead I have.
I drive straight through, not making any stops.
When I get to the garage, I can see my brother's touch all over the bikes in the showcase room. He’s here all right, or he’s been here. The paint job on every one of them has his signature on them; A skull with a snake coming out of its eyes.
Some monkey in a suit approaches me. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, man, ye can.” I smile. “I was wondering if I could talk to the guy who painted this.” I slap my palm over the seat of the bike closest to me.
“Sorry, man, he no longer works here. He quit, yesterday.”
“You know where I can find him? I’m wanting him to do a job for me.”
“I’m not supposed to give out that information. Company policy.”
“Look, man, I get it, but don’t you think you can help me out. Give me a phone number or something?” Pulling a wad of cash out of my wallet, I tuck five hundred dollars into his palms as I say, “Thanks for all your help.”
The suit looks down at his palm. “Why don’t we step into my office, and I will get that quote for you.”
Too damn easy. Little brother should be more careful of who he associates with.
I leave the garage with an address.
It’s only a few blocks away from the garage.
I pull up to a decent house. There's a moving van parked in front of the garage.
Seems I got here just in time.
Seems little brother is on the move.
Wonder if my mother or Grim tipped him off.
I park my rental car, and nothing could prepare me for this moment. Seeing him again...making things right...I need this, badly.
Before I can knock, the front door opens.
I take a deep breath. I feel like a deflated balloon when I see it's just a mover.
“Hey, man, the owner here?” I ask hopeful.
He shakes his head. “No, my orders are to donate everything to charity.”
“Thanks, man.”
I light up a cigarette, leaning against my rental debating my next move.
It wouldn’t do any good to offer this dude money, he doesn’t know anything.
I know Baby and my brother. They won’t leave a trail.
I shoot a text to Truth with the address and order him to dig up whatever he can on the owners. I’m a day late and a dollar short. I’m going home to my wife soon, but I’m not giving up. I can’t give up. I’ll keep searching. I will find them if it's the last thing I do.