“You need some help over there?”
I looked up at my shop hand, Denny, and shook my head. “No. Go take a lunch.”
And stop fucking looking at me and expecting me to have something for you to do.
The kid was a good kid and all, but he had to be led around by the hand.
I didn’t want to have to tell him to put kitty litter on the fuckin’ oil splatter on the floor. I didn’t want to have to tell him that I needed him to pick up the trash that littered the floor. I didn’t want to have to tell him that the goddamn tools needed cleaned off before they were put back into the toolbox. And I certainly didn’t want to have to tell him, for the umpteenth time, that I didn’t want him goddamn putting the tools away that I was actively using.
“Oh, okay,” Denny said. “Would you like me to bring you anything back?”
A fifth of vodka… “No, thanks.”
A text came through on my phone.
Then a phone call.
And another text.
I ignored them all, not in any mood to hold any of my club’s hands, either.
I just wanted to be left the fuck al…
“Piers!”
I looked up from the car I was bent over, my stomach in knots and my head really fucked up, to find my mom wiggling the phone.
Fuckin’ a, man.
“It’s for you,” she sounded concerned, which instantly had my irritation melting away. “It sounds really important.”
I frowned and walked toward her, placing the phone to my ear.
“Piers,” I murmured into the phone.
“Uh, Mr. Webb, this is Dru, Silver’s neighbor.”
My stomach jolted.
Why was her neighbor calling me?
I frowned. “Dru, what’s up?”
For some reason, I couldn’t place the face, but I remembered the name. She was a nurse who worked with Chevy and Aella.
“I was coming home from work, and I was walking past Silver’s apartment door when I saw the door open. Curiosity got the best of me and I looked inside and found Silver on the floor with a woman with red hair standing over her…” She sounded hesitant to say the next part. “Beating her with a chair leg.”
My stomach seized.
“I called 9-1-1. The lady that was hitting her ran away, and I didn’t get a super good look at her face. The paramedics took her to the hospital. Since my sister is the building manager of the apartments, I was able to get your number off of her emergency contact list. You and her sister, Aella, are listed as her emergency contacts. Though Aella wasn’t answering. So I called you next,” she explained quickly. “She’s on her way to Dallas Memorial right now. If you care…”
If you care…
Nausea welled in my belly as I said, “Thanks, Dru.”
If you care…
I was on my bike and leaving the shop in half a minute, giving an explanation to no one as I roared out of the lot.
