Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel Lake, B. (best new books to read TXT) 📖

"This for your little girl?" She asks obviously trying to prolong the transaction so she can speak with me.

"Yeah, one half of my entire fucking world." I pick up one of the many bags that she’d laid down in front of me.

"One half?"

"Yeah sweetheart, my wife is the other half." I give her a smile when her face drops down and I can see her cheeks turn a bright red.

"Lucky lady, have a nice day." She hands me my change and pushes the bags toward me.

When I walk out of the store with all of the millions of bags, my phone rings. It's Roth.

"Speak."

"Yeah, Wire, are you still at Keeley's house?"

"Not at the moment, but I'm still in the area why what's up?"

"I just saw something strange on the phone we got from the good doctor." His voice is measured, but he didn't seem too concerned.

"You still nearby? I'm in the mall right now getting a few things for Lily."

"Yeah, which one?"

I rattle off the address and Roth tells me that he is actually only about twenty minutes away at the hotel. I wait for him in the small pavilion area. It's a good thing too, because I don't know how the fuck, I was going to get all these damn bags home on my bike. I love my Harley, but sometimes it was a bit impractical. I walk out of the mall and towards the McDonalds. I order a hamburger and fries and sit at one of the outside tables. Roth spots me immediately and walks over to where I am. He takes a seat and pulls out the doctor's phone.

There was no preamble straight to business.

"I was looking deeper into the people that Dr. Strand was working for, I found out a bit of information, but what really struck me as odd was this." He shows me the call log on the man’s phone and one call that he is pointing to is about seventeen minutes long.

"Ok, what does that have to do with me?"

Roth then pulls out his phone and shows me another from him to me. It was about a minute before the one on Dr. Strand's phone. "He made that call the same time that we cornered him or right before. Has anyone tried to contact you? Reached out like they knew we were the ones to kill him?"

Fuck, I finally understood what Roth was going on about. He thinks that the doctor might have put out a distress call and now we are going to have to worry about who is coming to avenge him. It didn't matter to me. I would fight everyone if it meant that I could do some right by my sister. She didn't deserve that life, was shoved into hell just because they could. The whole operation, every one of those motherfuckers, deserve a slow and painful death.

"No, nothing. I'm sure we will hear from them eventually."

"Yeah, don't I know it." Roth leans back and lets out a sigh.

"You seemed worried"

"It's a huge production. Underground adoption, even the ones that don't involve kidnapping babies is a huge business. I know some of the people that he was hooked up with, but not all. I'll have to do more digging." He shrugs and goes to get up. "You just watch your back. If you need anything just let me know."

"Actually, you have someplace to be right now?" I'd hoped that he would help me back to the house before he took off on his wanderings.

"No, I never have anywhere to be. Forever a nomad." He smirks at me.

I know I'm a nomad, but to think that I would be one forever is a bit depressing. "I fucked up and bought all this shit for Lily." I point down to the bags on the chair and down by my feet.

He has the nerve to laugh, "Did you leave any toys for anyone else?"

"I hope not. Either way I'm not going to be able to get these all home on my bike, I was going to have to leave some here and come back for it."

"Nah, I got you. I'll follow you back and then from there head back to the east coast."

"You going back to Vexx?"

"Yeah, I miss her." He looks away like I didn't already know that shit.

"Thanks man, I appreciate it." I pick up a few of the bags throw the rest of my hamburger in the trash and walk over to his car to put them in the back seat. He picks up the rest and does the same. I hop on my bike and ride off with Roth close behind me. Usually, I would be thinking about the next chore on my to do list, when I would need to check back in with Clean, or who I needed to pay a visit too, but now all I cared about was how much I wanted to get home to my wife and kid. This shit felt as domestic as it comes. The only thing missing was a fucking minivan. I don't think I would ever get one of those, but I'm thinking a nice family truck could do us good. I let the wind whip over me as I daydream about the type of truck Keeley would be most comfortable in. This is the life.

* * *

It takes about thirty minutes for us to get back to where Keeley lives, but the second I turn down her road, my stomach fucking drops to my feet.

"What the fuck is this?" My hands start to sweat not from the heat, but from fear. I see flashing lights—cops and an ambulance. Something happened. Roth must have seen it the same time I do, because as I speed up so does he.

Please don't fucking do this to me.

I pray to whoever is listening for the safety of my family. I hope Lily just got her hand stuck in something, there was a water main break,