go ask Hellion how long it took him to fuck Georgie outta his system because there’s no fucking way I’m taking up celibacy.
I get the new phones back home and stash them away in the gun safe in my room.
Trink is home and listening to shitty rock music in her room, if she sees the phones there’s no way she’ll leave them alone. She’s been such a bitch lately I have no doubt she’ll be in here snooping around the second I leave.
I bang on her door on the way out. “Are you coming to the clubhouse tonight or what?”
The music cuts off and she flings open the door. She looks like hell, makeup running down her face and her nose is all puffy.
“What the fuck happened to you?”
Her eyes narrow at me. “What the fuck do you think? I’m fucking cursed!”
Jesus Christ. “Girls don’t get fucking ‘struck, what’s happened?”
She rolls her eyes at me and collapses back on her bed. There’s shit everywhere, cups and plates on every surface and dirty clothes all over the floor.
Keely would have a fucking heart attack at the sight of it.
“I’m not talking about the stupid fucking curse! Not everything is about you Callaghan men, for fuck’s sake! I’m so sick of this stupid family.”
I tip my head back and pray for the patience to get through this without snapping at her childish ass. “Why are you cursed then, Trink? Tell me.”
She sniffs from the bed. Shit must be bad if she’s crying, she’s not exactly the type to let her brother see her crying.
Probably because the first boy to break her heart is still breathing through a fucking tube.
Zero regrets about that.
Fucking nothing.
“I can’t tell you. Let’s just say my last name is ruining everything. Fucking everything! It’s not fucking fair that being a Callaghan has set you up for life and I’m being cut off at the fucking knees by it. It’s bullshit. I should just give up and find some guy to knock me up. That worked out for Mom.”
Deep breaths.
Deep, deep motherfucking breaths.
“Trink, tell me what the fuck is wrong and I’ll fix it. Simple as that, when have I ever let you down?”
She scoffs at me. “Fix it? What, by sending Speck after me to spy on what I’m doing? Making Law and Lyn fucking stalk me at school? Fuck, even Poe tells you what I’m fucking doing. When do I get to own my own life, Tomi? When do I get to make my own decisions?”
I have to take a few more big breaths to remind myself that she’s a fucking kid. Seventeen years old and never had to face real consequences before, I’ve made real fucking sure of that. Fuck, Hawk has done everything in his power to make this house a safe place for all of us kids. He and Keely sheltered us all from all of the bad and dirty and bloody parts of the MC.
She doesn’t really know what we’ve done for her.
She sees me as nothing but her big brother, the one who drinks too much and fucks strippers, so of course it sounds like I have an easy life.
She doesn’t see all of the death, the mind games, the years of trying to get King the fuck outta prison without getting our clubhouse and businesses raided. I’ve been shot, stabbed, beaten, and damn near fucking killed for this club and each time I keep my ass the hell away from her and Keely so they don’t see that shit.
Maybe I shoulda let her see a bit more of it.
“I’m not going to apologize for taking care of my baby sister, Trink. That’s my fucking job. If you need help with something, tell me. I don’t want you miserable but I’m also not gonna let you go out there half fucking cocked and get yourself into trouble. It’s as simple as that.”
She rolls over on her bed until her back is facing me and I close the door behind me. I pass Lawson on the stairs and he gives me one of his trademark grins.
It’s easy to tell the twins apart.
Lyndon doesn’t know the fucking meaning of a smile.
Law never stops.
“D’you know what happened with Trink? Who do I need to kill?”
The smile slides right off of his face. “Shit. Is she still pissed off? I dunno what happened, only that she called me to come get her from the diner and she was ready to carve some fucker up. You might