T-Bone - L. Wilder Page 0,77
the bed. After I grabbed them, I went over and lifted Brant off the bed. I tossed him over my shoulder, then carried him out of the motel room and out to the parking lot. I used the keys to open his trunk and flipped him inside. As I stood there waiting for Hyde, I remembered my promise to Gus, assuring him that I wouldn’t make a move towards Brant without letting him know. I pulled out my phone and gave him a call. Even though it was late, he answered right away. “Bone?”
“Hey, Gus. Sorry to call so late, but I need to tell you about something.”
“Okay, what’s going on?”
I took the next few minutes to brief him on what had gone down with Brant. I also told him what I wanted to do about it. When I was done, Gus sighed and said, “Do what ya gotta do, Bone. Just be careful and make sure there’s no blowback to the club.”
“I’ll make sure of it.”
“And Hyde’s on the way?”
“Yeah, he should be here any minute.”
“Good.” I could hear the concern in his voice as he said, “You boys be careful.”
“You got it. Thanks, Prez.”
I hung up the phone and leaned against Brant’s car while I waited for Hyde to show. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long. It had only been fifteen minutes since I’d called him when he came rolling into the parking lot. He pulled up next to me and buzzed down the window. “What the fuck’s going on?”
“No time to explain. I need you to follow me over to the hole.”
I knew Hyde wouldn’t be happy when he found out what was going on with Brant and Alyssa. With his temper, I didn’t want to take a chance on him losing his shit in the motel parking lot, so that’s why I told him to follow me instead. He and all the brothers knew it was the place we went whenever we had to contend with a body. It was an isolated area on the outskirts of town near the Mississippi River. Usually, we’d either bury it or toss it into the river. Tonight, it would be up to Hyde to determine what we’d do with Brant. He gave me a nod, then waited as I got in Brant’s car and started towards the hole. It was about a twenty-minute drive, so I wasn’t surprised when Hyde jumped out of Landry’s car and asked, “You gonna tell me what the fuck is going on?”
“Yeah, but I’m gonna tell you right now—you’re not gonna like it.”
“Just fucking tell me, Bone.”
I took the next few minutes explaining how I’d been keeping an eye on Brant. That in itself came as a surprise to him. He’d been doing the same. Like me, Hyde knew the guy was a piece of shit, but he hadn’t gotten to the same point that I had when it came to knowing everything he’d been doing over the past few months. I could tell by his expression that he knew what was coming when I started talking about Alyssa. A mix of anguish and rage crossed his face when I told him about seeing Brant talking to her at the restaurant, and how she’d threatened to shoot him if he came around again. That bit of information had him asking, “Alyssa had a fucking gun?”
“She did.” I let out a deep breath. “Seems Brant has been coming around a lot, and she wasn’t gonna take any chances.”
“Fuck. Lyssa never even mentioned anything to me.”
“I guess she thought she could handle him on her own.”
“That’s fucking insane. What the hell was she thinking?”
“She’s the only one who can answer that, brother.”
After I told him what had gone down with the girl in the bar and what I’d walked into in that hotel room, I opened the trunk and reached inside to pull out Brant. Once he was on his feet, Brant looked over to Hyde and asked, “What the fuck? Clay? You have something to do with all this?”
“I should’ve killed you when I had the chance.”
Without giving Brant a chance to respond, Hyde started plowing into him. In a matter of seconds, the guy was nothing more than a puddled mess on the ground. Hyde gave him another kick in the side as he growled, “You should’ve never put your hands on my sister.”
I reached down and grabbed Brant by the arm, lifting him to his feet. As he staggered from side to