Everlasting - Christine Michelle Page 0,10
wasn’t sure if he would be welcome there or not. I knew he hung around the guys from the Sierra High Chapter quite a bit, but I didn’t think he ever bothered to put the Aces High MC kutte back on.
I think Jay always blamed the club for what happened with us too and just how far it all spun out of control. He definitely blamed them for what happened to Toby though. My brother hadn’t been speaking to Jay much back then because of the fallout over what happened with me. I was pretty sure Jay felt that if it had just been some teen drama, that remained seen as only that, all of it would have blown over quicker. He wasn’t wrong about that. I also knew that because my brother didn’t have his best friend at his side anymore, it made it that much easier for someone to target him the way Seneca and Crow did.
Jay had been right though. I didn’t trust him to get the job done. I didn’t trust any of them to do it. To be honest, I didn’t trust anyone. Deck, he was the one person on this Earth that I put my complete faith in and even when I opened the manilla envelope that had been left in my mailbox with no postage on it a couple of days after Jay’s visit, I still believed in Deck.
What I saw in that envelope made it extremely difficult to do that though. It took me a few looks, more like dropping the pictures only to look them over obsessively again moments later, before I saw the cracks in the narrative that someone was trying to tell me. This wasn’t real.
The pictures were of my husband with another woman. At first glance, my heart dropped, stomach sank, and they had their desired effect to unsettle me and make me think the worst of the man I loved. But then, something about them nagged at me and I picked them up again, noticing more things that time. They were not sexual in nature but they did look intimate. The woman was touching his face in two of the photos. One had words scrawled across it in a fancy handwriting, “He is no longer yours, stop looking.” Yeah, like hell I would ever stop looking for my husband and the father of my children. Dream on, bitch! Deck’s eyes were shut and his face appeared to be bruised in spots, but I had to look a little harder to see those things. At first glance, the intimacy was a kick to the teeth. At second glance, the cracks in her narrative began to show through. The woman seemed to be in awe of him, but again, his eyes were closed. He looked the way he did in a fitful sleep, brows scrunched down into a point at the top of his nose, wrinkles were at the bridge, adding to his less-than-relaxed appearance and the fact that his eyes remained closed in every shot said more than the woman did with her thinly veiled threat.
I took my phone out and dialed my brother-in-law. “Yeah?” He answered.
“Jay, I received a package. I need you to come to my house immediately.”
“What the fuck kind of package?” He asked, concern dripping from him as I heard the uptick in his breaths while he ran to his bike.
“Calm down, it’s just pictures, but you need to get them to the club.” I hung up so he could drive safely. While I waited, I took pictures of the envelope, the pictures themselves, and made sure to save them to my phone, the cloud, and even sent myself an email with them attached. I might have to hand them over to the club so they could use them to track whoever had Deck, but I’d be damned if I didn’t keep copies in case they couldn’t find him on their own.
Not for the first time since my husband had gone missing, I wondered if I should involve the police instead of the club. At the very least, I thought about hiring someone whose job it was to track people. I thought about what Jay did for Redemption Inc. He was more involved with concerts and celebrity security, but I knew they had a team who tracked people that didn’t want to be found. I would give the club a head start, but if they didn’t get results soon, I was going to bring