Page 39 of Tormented By Regret

“You don't understand,” she gripped Jameson's hand, “I can always see my father in my dreams.”

“TikTok!” Jameson yelled out to our Road Captain who was hunched over the bar counter trying to grab a beer.

“Yeah, Prez.”

“Call Spectre.”

“But…”

“Just do it.”

Tik Tok gave me a quick nod as a greeting while handing his phone over to Jameson. No one knew where Spectre was except for a chosen few. Reaching him was nearly impossible unless it was Jameson.

“Yes, Prez.” His voice came through clear and crisp.

“Brother, I think you may want to take this call.”

“Dad!”

“Baby girl! Shit! It's good to hear your voice. Are you safe?”

“She's with us, brother,” Jameson chimed in.

“Daddy I couldn't see you. The raven couldn't see you.”

He chuckled. “Then I'm doing my job. Don't get scared, little bird. I'm alright. But I gotta go now. Can't be on this phone long.”

“I love you daddy.”

Her voice cracked and it nearly made my heart break. She was truly a daddy's girl.

“You're my heart and soul, little bird. Take care of that knucklehead you call a brother.” Macabre looked away, seeming hurt by the interaction.

“Bye daddy,” she whispered as the call ended.

I expected her to turn to Macabre but instead she turned to me, hiding her face in my chest as I held her. Both her brother and I were stunned by her reaction.

“Go get some rest, Whisper. You need it. It's safe here, you'll be comfortable.” I whispered to her.

She tugged at my vest and pulled me down, her words only meant for me. “Will I see you later?”

I looked up at Macabre who was giving me a questioning look. He hadn't heard what she'd ask, and I wasn't about to get my ass kicked.

“We'll see,” I whispered to her, forcing her to let go of me and pushing her toward her brother who slid his hand protectively over her shoulders and dragged her away.

She looked over her shoulder at me and I winked at her, reassuring her that I wasn't going anywhere. The moment broke when Jameson stepped into my view. His dark gaze said it all.

“You and I need to talk.”

“Yes, Sir.”

We went to the back office where Jameson liked to hold church. It used to be a ballroom at some point, with its large floor to ceiling windows and hardwood floors, all modernized to fit the RBMC standards.

“Sit,” he ordered as he refused to sit and began to pace around the room.

“I'm going to let you speak first.” He then leaned in, to glare at me. “If you lie to me, there will be hell to pay.”

“I'm sure Hoax has probably told you half the story.”

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