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“It’s odd, I’ll give you that. Marcum will flip his lid and spank my ass if whatever they’re doing is dangerous and I pop in.”
“Sounds like a fun time,” I tease her. “You can stay in the car, but I want to know why they’re here and what they’re doing.”
“You aren’t leaving me behind, missy,” she scolds. “Hell to the no! What if they’re with girls?”
“Luna, don’t be ridiculous, they’d never cheat on us. They know I’d chop off their manhood and put it through the blender if they did. Your pregnancy is showing.”
“True. These hormones are a bitch and she loves to put ideas in my head,” Luna admits.
“Ludicrous ones,” I agree as she puts the lever in park. When I look through the windshield, I notice them in a room that has the door open, which I point out. “If this was dangerous or anything bad, they’d have the door shut so there weren’t any witnesses.”
“You’re right, Demi, and I’m convinced we’ll be safe. Let’s go see what they’re up to.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
CONAN
ARRIVING AT THE MOTEL
The three ofus shut down our bikes and march up the stairs and onto the second level. The steps are wooden and creak as we add the weight of our bodies to them. It won’t be much longer before this entire building crumbles and caves.
“Why’d you pick this place to stash them?” I ask Auto as we safely make it to the second floor. “This place is falling apart.”
“It’s the only place around here that takes cash,” Auto states as he raps his knuckles on the door.
I snicker to myself when I see the nailed in numbers dangling upside down. They really could care less about this place and don’t spend any effort maintaining it. They’d spend less money demolishing it and rebuilding from the ground up than they would if they tried to rehab it.
“Coming!” I hear shouted from the inside.
We stand there, waiting for a few more seconds before we’re greeted by a young teenage boy who is no older than seventeen but has the outward appearance of a twelve year old, he’s that malnourished.
“Jordan, these are my brothers, Kodiak and Conan. They’re the pres and VP of the club. Guys, this is Jordan, he’s the oldest of the crew of boys.”
“He’s the oldest,” Kodiak mumbles. “How old are you, boy?”
“Turned seventeen last month, I think,” he murmurs.
“You think?” I ask, raising my brows. “You don’t know?”
“I know, I just don’t keep up with stuff like that. It’s not important,” Jordan contests.
“Uh, just saying, it’s important,” I attest. “How old is the youngest of y’all?”
“Us boys? Fourteen,” Jordan answers.
“You got a girl in there?” Auto asks, “I didn’t see a girl when I placed you here.”
“My niece,” Jordan conveys. “Brooklynn, she’s my sister's kid, but last month, Josey and her boyfriend disappeared and we haven’t seen either of them since.”
“So you kept her?” I probe, not sure if this should make me angry or not.
“She’s my family, of course I kept her,” Jordan says, scowling at me. “You don’t throw away your family, nor do you turn them into social services. Do you know the shit that happens to foster kids?”
“I know what happens to them,” I apprise.
“Then youknowwhy I didn’t drop her off,” Jordan states.
