is why?
Why them? They had family. Lanston wanted to find a way to fix shit with his girlfriend. Terson loved his wife and never turned his eye away from her. They were together for years. Same as Lanston. I don’t understand how someone could come in and destroy the happiness that those two shared with their women.
Something’s not adding up here and I want to know what it is.
Whip sighs, leans forward, and puts his bottle down on the coffee table. “We can’t sit here and get shit-faced.”
“I know.” I nod in agreement.
“You call K-9 and Red?” he asks me.
“Called K-9,” I mutter and lift the bottle to my mouth for one last swig of the whiskey. Normally, I’m a bourbon man. “He said he’d tell everyone else.”
“I’m thinking we should start a collection for Terson’s little girl. Lanston didn’t have kids but Terson’s daughter doesn’t have anyone,” Whip grumbles.
“She’s got her grandparents,” I state.
“You know it’s not the same, brother, yeah her grandparents love her but they’re not her parents. They won’t be able to help her do the things her parents did. They’re a lot older and can’t get around as easily as most people.” I can see where he’s going with this and he’s right.
“We’ll talk to Stoney tomorrow. See if we can’t do something. Maybe see if the other charters could contribute to the collection,” I mutter in agreement.
“Yeah.” He nods and lifts his bottle up off the coffee table. Whip lifts it in the air, “To Terson and Lanston,” he mutters and takes a long sip.
I lift my own bottle in the air. “To Terson and Lanston.” I follow suit.
Whip clears his throat and meets my gaze. “Changing the subject, you wanna tell me what you did to Lips to piss her off.”
Grinning, I shake my head. “She’s pissed I wouldn’t fuck her after I had her suck me off in the hallway.”
“Fucker. She’d been pissed when you left. Evidently, she’d told a few of the other clubwhores she intended to get you to fuck her throughout the rest of the night,” Whip chuckles.
“Bitch was definitely wrong about that. I fucked her mouth then dipped out of there. Fuckin’ exhausted and didn’t feel like dealing with bitches trying to get in my room,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. I’m glad for the change in topic but the air in the room is still filled with the tension of what we’re both feeling right now, at the loss of not just one brother but two.
“I don’t blame you. I’d been about to take Brandy back to my room for a quick fuck when I got your text. Guess you saved me from having to kick her ass out of my bed,” he mutters and shakes his head.
“You’re welcome?” I grunt in question rather than response.
Whip goes to say something when there’s a knock at the door. My phone rings at the same time. Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I glance at the screen and shake my head, hitting the ignore button. She won’t fuckin’ quit.
“I’ll get it,” I say, standing to my feet.
Nodding, Whip grabs the remote for the TV and hits the button to turn the thing on. Immediately the room is filled with the sounds of the movie it was playing. Walking to the front door, I don’t bother looking out the side window to see who it is. I open the door and come face to face with the woman who I envisioned not even two hours ago giving me head.
Amaya.
The kicker of it all is she’s holding the hand of a little boy who is the spitting image of myself when I was a kid.
Oh fuck.
Chapter Six
Amaya
After deciding to drive the rest of the way to the town Isaac lives in, I figure I might as well go straight to Whip’s to see if he can help me find Isaac. The entire time the last bit of the journey, I gave myself a pep talk.
I can do this.
I can face the man I haven’t seen in years.
I can inform him of his son who I think he should know.
I can even speak to him without feeling like a bumbling idiot.
Hopefully, I can do all of this without him freaking out on me.
I’m not ashamed of being scared out of my mind right about now.
This is Isaac we’re talking about. The very man I’ve only been in love with since the first time I saw him come into a bar Emilia