Page 7 of Porter (Dirty Misfits MC 2)
Brooks ground his teeth together. “You know damn good and well that’s not true. It’s just been a shitstorm ever since I got out.”
“I don’t care if literal shit is falling from the skies! I’m your sister and you didn’t think to call me when you got out?”
Brooks looked over at me. “I—got a little busy.”
“What? With some decent pussy?”
I whistled lowly to myself as she called him out. And when Brooks didn’t respond right away, Astrid shrieked into the phone.
“You prioritized some bitch over me!?”
Brooks drew in a deep breath. “She’s not just some girl, Astrid. It was Raven. She was in trouble with the Black Flags.”
She paused. “Wait, is she okay?”
“I mean, now she is. But she wasn’t there for a while.”
Astrid didn’t speak for a few seconds. However, once her voice sounded again, the words pouring forth from her lips jolted my soul back to life.
“Well, since you’re out of jail, I guess I should move back home and help you get settled. You still own Mom’s house?”
Brooks snickered. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I can, and I will. You’re the only ounce of family I’ve got left, and I’d like to spend time with you before you toss me to the wayside again.”
“Astrid, you know it’s not like that.”
“Well, it gets like that sometimes. So, find a way to fix it because the way I’m fixing it is moving back to Santa Cruz. Which brings me back around to Mom’s house: do you still own it?”
He groaned. “Yeah, I do.”
“Good. Leave a set of keys for me in the mailbox or some shit. I rent this apartment month to month, so all I gotta do is inform my landlord that this is my last month. I’ll start packing my stuff up tonight.”
“Astrid, you really—”
She sighed curtly, if that was even possible. “Brooks, is there a reason you don’t want me around?”
He stared at me and I shrugged my shoulders. If the Black Flags really wanted to get to her, then they would. It didn’t matter where she was.
“She’s safer with us, that’s for sure,” I whispered.
Brooks nodded. “Things are still rough with the Black Flags. But I know you’re safer if you’re closer. So, no. There’s not a reason that I don’t want you around.”
“Great. Wonderful. I’ll have to finish out this week of work, but then I can take a long weekend. See you Saturday!”
He grinned. “See you then, sis. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I smiled, feeling it grow a bit too big. “So, the little sis is moving back home. Can someone say, ‘family reunion?’”
His grin fell quickly from his face. “Don’t cheese so hard at the fact that Astrid’s coming back home. You know that promise you made me is always going to stand.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. No hands on your sister.”
“And I mean it.”
“Yeah, dude. I know. And you know you’ve always got my word.”
He nodded. “Good. I’m glad.”
But even though I’d made him that promise all those years ago, it didn’t stop me from being happy. It didn’t stop me from getting excited. It didn’t stop me from admitting to myself exactly how much I missed her.
And it sure as hell didn’t stop me from longing to see her the second she got back into town.
Four
Astrid
I white-knuckled the steering wheel of my squeaking car as I blazed a trail down the highway. The painless conversation with my landlord didn’t even take me two minutes, and after that I was free to leave my lease. It paid to have good relationships with those around me, but for some reason I couldn’t seem to cultivate a relationship with my own damn brother. The closer I got to Santa Cruz, the angrier I became. How the fuck could he not find a few seconds to even send me a text message and let me know he was out of prison?
Me, his sister!
Maybe moving back will help.
Moving away from Santa Cruz had been hard in the first place. But with Brooks being in jail for five years and Porter being off limits, it wasn’t as if I had a reason to stay. Plus, Porter’s drinking reminded me of our mother’s addiction and how powerless I was to help her.
It became toxic for me, so I left.
I drew in a deep breath and rolled down my window as I eased off onto my exit. Just past the Santa Cruz city limits sign was the exit I needed to get back to my childhood home. I wasn’t sure what kind of condition it would be in, but I figured as long as it wasn’t moldy and drafty, I could work with it.
Especially since it would be rent-free.
I just hope Brooks doesn’t continue to leave me out of shit.
He always did that. Ever since we were kids, he left me out of everything. He always dangled secrets that he knew over my head and teased me whenever his friends were around. And while he always stood up for me when necessary, I wanted more than a pseudo-abusive relationship with him. I wanted to really know my brother. I wanted to be an integral part of his life
