Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,65
strung up in a barn and left for dead.
“Yeah, the people—”
“—You must be looking for us.” Someone interrupts Prez, which has me turning around, slightly pissed off that they had the nerve. If they had any idea what Boomer was capable of, they wouldn’t have dared.
“Kansas, do you know these people?” Boomer asks, folding his hands across his stomach.
I stare at the three of them and shake my head. “Never seen them before in my entire life. I think you have the wrong place. Sorry.” I go to leave, but one of them blocks me. He is as tall as me, maybe a few years younger. “Listen, I don’t know what you think—”
“—Are you not Amos Taylor?”
There he goes, interrupting again.
I don’t like to hear my name from someone I don’t know. I take a step back and cross my arms over my chest. Arrow slides between them and stands next to me, mocking my stance.
“Yeah, I’m Amos. What do you want?”
“I’m Carson,” the man who blocked me introduces himself. “This is my sister Stevie and my youngest brother Brighton.”
“Okay, that’s really great. Nice to meet you. If you’ll excuse me,” I say, trying to leave again, but Carson’s hand presses against the middle of my chest. I look down, lifting a brow.
“We are the Taylors,” he says slowly, waiting for the recognition to dawn on me.
It doesn’t take long. The blood drains from my face as I stare at the three kids. The last time I saw them, I was sixteen. “Fuck off,” I grumble, shoving him in the chest.
He stumbles back against the wall, and his sister grabs his arm to stop him from falling. “We are your siblings. We came here—”
It’s my turn to interrupt him this time. I let my fist fly and slam it across his jaw. “You think I give a fuck why you are here? You think I give a damn about what you want? I don’t. And let me make my point crystal fucking clear,” I move my eyes over all of them, hoping they see the rage and how disinterested I am. “We are not family. We are not siblings. I don’t even know you. As far as I’m concerned, you ruined many years of my life. Go back where you came from.”
“Okay, I’ll let you have that,” he acknowledges, licking the blood off his lip.
“You better stop fucking talking before ‘you’ let me have another,” I sneer. I hate him more now than I did when I saw him all those years ago. He kind of looks like me. Same brown hair, same eyes, same height… I guess he gets it from Pops like I do.
“Amos, we came from Kansas to see you. Please, listen,” he begs. “We have been wanting to meet you for a long time, ever since Dad told us about you, but he got sick, and we didn’t get the chance.”
“Oh, did he finally die? So sad. I don’t give a fuck.” I try to leave again, but he grabs onto my arm. “Let go of me,” I warn, popping my neck when the tension becomes too high.
“Dad needs a bone marrow transplant, and we aren’t matches,” he informs me.
I laugh sardonically until my sides hurt. I spin around slowly, glaring at Carson, then drop my eyes to Stevie and Brighton. “So the real reason you’re here is to ask me if I’ll get tested to see if I’m a match. You didn’t actually come here to see me.”
“We wanted to before, but we were nervous, then Dad got sick, and it strengthened the reason for us to find you. I know it doesn’t look good, but he really needs it, Amos. Please—”
I grab him by the shirt and throw him against the wall, lifting him off his feet. Boomer stands up from his chair and Arrow takes a step forward to stop me before I hurt him.
“Don’t hurt him, please,” Stevie begs. I can hear the tears in her voice.
My heart clenches. I always wanted siblings. I always wanted a sister. I thought I would have been a good big brother. I would have protected her. They don’t need me. They have each other.
I ignore her and cock my head to the side. “You think I really give a fuck what he needs after what he did to me and my mom? You think I care that he is dying? Let him fucking rot.”