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Grim
“I take it you decided to stay. I told ye if ye want to walk, you can.”
“Aye, I’m here for good, man. This is home.”
“Here we sit, seems like it always comes down to the two of us, hey, brother?”
“Christ. I give up. I’m fucking stuck with ye for all my days. Should’ve put a ring on your fat finger and proposed years ago I suppose,” Romeo bullshits as we sit around waiting for Rebel to show.
I know Rebel’s angry. He has every right to be, but I stand by my choice. I’d do it again.
“So how’s the kid?” I haven’t talked to him about his situation with Dawn.
“She’s hangin’ in there like hair in a biscuit. Thinks she’s in love with Patrick. She falls in love with them all though.” He laughs.
“Daughter’s will make ye proud and break ye heart all at once.”
“Don’t I know it,” he agrees with a chuckle. “What do you think about me sponsoring Patrick for a potential? The boy’s been through hell and we both owe Sunshine.”
“Owe Sunshine do we, are we a we? Where’s my motherfuckin’ ring then?” I kid, waving my ring finger at him.
“I got ye ring, cocksucker, you can blow it out ye ass.” He tosses me a bag of weed.
I chuckle and take a drink of my shine. “I’m not your bitch. Roll us both one. You can be the bitch in this partnership.”
“You keep it up, and I’m gonna think you think we can be like Truth and Tread. Sharing their women and shit. We’ve done fucked both Foxie and Sunshine.” He grabs the bag back and digs some rolling papers out of his pocket.
“Fuck no, we ain’t gonna be like those two. I’m not fuckin’ ye in the ass and you sure as fuck ain’t going near mine.” I shake my damn head, fuck that shit. Motherfuckers ain’t right.
He chuckles licking the paper.
“Back to Patrick yay or nay, brother?”
He sniffs the joint. I swear can’t nobody roll a joint as fast as he can.
I scratch my beard as he lights up our puff puff pass. “Don’t know where I should put the kid. He’s an ugly fuck, he’d scare the titties off the girls and send customers away at Oasis. He can help Truth with the garage part time, then he can work the scrapyard when the garage is slow. Start him off a few days a week. Guess he needs a place to live too. Hmmph.”
I take another swig of shine and a few tokes, thinking while he rolls a few more joints. “Truth and Amy will be needing a bigger place soon enough. He can have the garage apartment when it opens up. Until then ye gonna have to stand outside Dawn’s bedroom door with your gun.” I grin catching his expression from the corner of my eye.
“Goddamnit, give him a room upstairs.”
I snort. “I don’t think we have anything open, it’s a full house around here these days. Like the good ol days.” I smile as we talk about our younger days. I was bloodthirsty. A real mean son of a bitch. I’d blow into town and fuck away my sins with Foxie’s sweet little ass, before she wised up and realized I wasn’t gonna make an honest woman out of her. Romeo was making moonshine by the barrel full. Now look at us, Romeo and me, two old buzzards. Two grumpy old bastards.
The door bounces off the wall, interrupting my walk down memory lane. Rebel.
“About time you dragged your cry tittin’ ass here,” I growl. “Did you have to see if your mom has any milk in her tit or get ye a pacifier to suck on?” Motherfucker has kept us waiting long enough.
He takes the joint Romeo is holding out to him and slams back a shot of tequila.
“Rough trip?” Romeo asks with a quirky grin.
“Fuck off, lying prick,” he snorts at him.
“Well, I figure I owe ye for shutting ye out of the Florida deal, and you have come here to ask for whatever it is you think you’re due. So what is it, what’s the price?”
He lights up his puff puff pass and takes a hard toke. He coughs hard and Romeo laughs, and says, “Pussy,” under his breath. I think the fucker is baked.
“Ye think there is a price on betrayal? I remember the cost my father paid for his,” Rebel throws his words at me laced with venom, as he ought to.
Boy has me there. He ain’t wrong but he ain’t exactly right either. “Your father was a slimy bastard and ye know it. I did what was best. I’m guessing you didn’t find what ye was looking for. They move on?”
“You didn’t warn them that I was coming?”
“No need, I knew they’d push off the moment I left.”
“You should’ve told me,” he snarls tossing back another shot.
“Shoulda, coulda, woulda. It’s done and over. Time to move on,” Romeo pipes in, his eyes glazed and blazed. Sunshine won’t be happy when he drags his as home and eats her out of house and home. Munchies, gets a man every time. I can already hear his stomach rumbling.
“I guess you’re right. I lost one brother, but I have gained another. I want to patch JT in. Need someone I can trust to have my back. He deserves a patch for helping with the Dawn situation. Not only that, but he’s also a Black, a legacy to this club.”
I sit back in my chair. “What else? I know there's more.”
“JT’s laying claim on Kimmie. If Stone tries to override him, the two of ye will veto and have my brother’s back. She doesn’t want that old bastard. She loves JT. I gave them Romeo’s old cabin, so he can live next to me. I know the club paid for Kimmie’s tuition, and she’s going to work that off at Oasis, as a hostess, by taking Amy’s place working with the girls.”
“I’ll give ye what you want, but ye leave the past alone. No more recon, no more solo missions. No more having Truth dig up shit he has no business knowing. Feel me?”
“I feel ye.” Rebel smiles satisfied with having his way.
“Good that settles it.” I knew he’d come around. Rebel isn’t a bad guy. I can’t blame him for wanting to see his brother, to set his wrongs straight. Ain’t gonna happen though. I doubt I will ever see Baby again. I’m just thankful I had one more chance. I’m not getting any younger, and I won’t risk looking again.