Page 5 of Porter (Dirty Misfits MC 2)
Can’t hurt to at least try his cell. What’s he gonna do? Not pick up?
I rolled off the couch and stumbled into the kitchen before I looked around for my phone. I drew in a deep breath and shook my head a few times, trying to sober myself up a little bit. Brooks hated it when I smoked, but I didn’t really care what he thought of it. Some days, my joints were the only thing getting me through my fucked up days and my fucked up ways. So, who the hell was he to judge me when he ran with some biker gang that got him tossed into prison?
You lost the high road, brother of mine.
I practically fell back to the couch before I tried focusing on my phone. I giggled as I swiped through my contacts, entertained by the fact that I literally had no friends whatsoever. I had Brooks’ number in here, Porter’s for emergencies—which I had never used—and my both my parent’s numbers.
I still had my dad’s numbers in my phone, even after everything that happened.
“I lead a sorry life,” I whispered.
Still, I didn’t let my thoughts deter me. I pressed Brooks’ number and held the phone up to my ear. Already, I was surprised by the fact that it rang. If he was still in jail, shouldn’t it be dead or some shit like that?
“Hello?”
The sound of my brother’s voice hit my ear and it took me a second to process things. Was I really hearing him on the other end of the phone?
“Hello? Someone there?”
And when I drew in a deep breath, anger poured forth through my words.
“What the ever-blessed fuck is wrong with you, you selfish bastard?”
Three
Porter
Bang bang bang! “Open up!”
I heard Brooks banging on my front door as my head jerked up from the couch.
“What?” I groaned.
Bang bang! “I know you got drunk last night! Open this fucking door before I shoot the lock!”
I rolled my eyes. “Shut up and give me a second!”
Brooks stopped banging on my door as I heaved myself off the sagging couch. I cracked my back and tweaked my neck, feeling my vertebrae pop back into place. I cracked my knuckles and stretched my arms over my head as I made my way for the front door.
But when I opened it up, Brooks wrinkled his nose. “Are you kidding me? Tequila again?”
I shrugged. “It’s a great drink, you know. Knocks me out like a light.”
He shoved his way into my place. “Yeah, so does melatonin. Have you even opened the bottle I bought for you the other day?”
I closed the door. “Not really a ‘vitamins’ person.”
“Yeah, just like you’re not really a sober person.”
I glared at him. “If you came over to give me a lecture, then you can—”
He held his hand up. “I’m not here to bark at you. I know it doesn’t work. Just know that I’m here to listen if you wanna talk. All right?”
I nodded. “Good. Now, what the fuck do you need?”
I watched him pull his phone out of his pocket. “Got a second? I finally downloaded the full recording from Raven’s wristwatch. And it’s got a lot more on here than we originally thought.”
I blinked. “Let me go put on some coffee.”
“Yeah and hold the Bailey’s.”
I chuckled. “Party pooper.”
“Drunk.”
I shook my head. “So, how long is this recording?”
“Well, the entire thing is about four hours. She hit record and never turned it off. But me and the guys only listened to about the first fifteen minutes of it before we had to get the fuck out of there. There’s still another twenty minutes of conversation that tells a very, very bad story.”
I poured coffee into the maker and turned it on. “All right, hit me with it.”
We leaned against the kitchen counter as Brooks pressed play, and the two of us listened to the shit we already knew. The shit we already heard. I swallowed down my anger when I heard Raven and Sid going back and forth. The slaps, the growls, and the curses. Brooks was lucky that he got to blow that man to bits because if I had him in my crosshairs? I would’ve made his death a lot slower than that.
Guess Sid should be lucky that I wasn’t the one to kill him.
“What the fuck!?”
Sid’s voice exclaimed from the recording and Brooks chuckled. I crooked an eyebrow at him as chaos rang out in the recording. Just like we had heard before.
“She head-butted him in the dick,” he said with a smirk.
I nodded. “Strong girl you got there.”
“Resourceful, too. Listen up.”
And after I heard the crashing of the door, Raven’s voice piped up once more.
“Now, your boss is going to kill you for being taken down by a girl. What say you to that?”
I heard Raven choking before Sid sounded again. “I think he’s going to pay me well when I kill you.”
