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Walk the Edge (Thunder Road #2)(36)
Author: Katie McGarry

A menacing laugh rips from my throat. He’s the one who broke the promise. He’s the one who won’t answer me regarding my mother and he’s pissed I hurt the sweet-butt-of-the-week’s feelings? I turn toward him and his eyes flicker to the bag in my hands.

He steps back. “Where are you going?”

Chevy’s, Oz’s. The clubhouse. Any of those are options. “Did you sleep around on Mom?”

Dad curls his fingers into the door frame. “Eli said he talked to you about trusting the club.”

“This isn’t about the club. This is about you, me and Mom. Did you sleep around on her?”

“That’s where you’re wrong. What happened between me and your mother was between me and her. You may be our son, but you have no right to ask that question.”

“I remember the fights. I remember how the two of you went at it, but I could never hear what you were fighting over. She was miserable. I know this. You know this and then you get pissed when I ask the obvious questions. This is between you and me. Did you sleep around on her? Did she kill herself because you couldn’t make her happy?”

“Dammit, Razor! You’re playing into that cop’s hands. He wants to isolate you. He’s been doing this shit to all of us over the past year.”

“What difference does it make if I’m being played?” I pound my open hand to my chest. “We’re legit. Our club is just that—a group of guys who ride bikes. And the security business, that’s legit, too. I ride along semitrucks full of bourbon. Babysitting it until it gets from point A to point B. If I call the cop and meet with him in thirty minutes, it doesn’t matter. There is nothing for him to get from me. I’m not playing into his hands, I’m asking questions I deserve the answers to.”

A muscle in Dad’s jaw ticks and he takes several seconds before he responds. “Is that what you’re going to do? Are you going to meet with the cop?”

I haven’t ruled it out. If I do, I’m going against the club in a way that won’t be forgiven.

“This—” he overemphasizes the word “—this is what the board’s been talking about. Why you had the longest prospect period out of anyone. Why you aren’t trusted with answers now. None of us know where your loyalties lie. Not even me.”

“Mom had nothing to do with the club,” I say.

“She was a Terror Gypsy.” The women’s support group. They are wives or serious girlfriends of members of the club and they work together to support the Terror.

“Not the same. I’m asking as your son that you answer me. I’m tired, Dad. I’m so fucking tired of not knowing. I’m exhausted thinking she killed herself. That she chose to leave me!”

There’s a strange wetness in my eyes and a loss of strength in my hands. The bag plunges to the floor and a rush of air from the impact hits my legs.

“Thomas...” Dad says in defeat.

I rub both of my hands over my face in an attempt to drive the emotions away. My arms drop to my sides, and when I glance up, Dad’s entered my room. He stands before me, hands in his pockets, looking at me with the same pity look everyone in town wears when they spot me. “Your mother’s death... I can’t talk about it.”

“You can.” I need him to. “I know it’s hard. It hurts to remember her, but if we sit and—”

“You misunderstand,” he cuts me off. “I’ve been ordered not to.”

My vision tunnels. I must have misunderstood what he said. If he’s been ordered not to discuss Mom’s death, then... “Mom’s death is club business?”

He holds up his hand. “I didn’t say that.”

Yeah, he did. “Then why else would the board silence you?”

“For the same reason you’ve been kept in the dark. We can’t trust you.”

“The club patched me in. The board voted—”

“Because if we didn’t, by our bylaws, you would have never become a member. You’d reached the maximum time anyone’s allowed to be a prospect. None of us were willing to let you go, but you weren’t ready. You still aren’t ready. That patch on your back—it’s borrowed.”

I stumble back as his words strike me like a wrecking ball.

“You have to learn to trust us,” Dad continues. “This club is your family. Let us in, Thomas. Let me in.”

“How?” My arms are stretched wide, begging for him to give me an answer, any answer that will end this torment. “Tell me how, because I thought I was trusting you. I thought I was trusting the club.”

“Let your mother’s death go.”

The world tilts and nausea sets up in my stomach. He’s asking for the impossible. He’s asking me to bleed out on the street. “I can’t.”

“Then we can’t trust you. Not until you trust us.”

Fuck this. I swipe the bag off the floor, but Dad doesn’t move. “This is your home.”

“It was,” I answer. “But then Mom died. This ain’t a home. It’s walls with a roof.”

Pain flashes in Dad’s eyes and he stiffens like he’s paralyzed. I use the opportunity to stalk past. The new woman of the week hugs herself in the kitchen and opens her mouth like she’s going to say something, but thinks better of it when I won’t meet her gaze.

I’m out the door, down the steps, and I leave with no intention of coming back.

   
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