Page 26 of Behemoth

Brick is back. Well, at least half days, which allows me to go back to the firehouse and Fury back to whatever Fury does. I know he holds things close to the heart, but I can't even get a read on him. And I've tried. It’s like he puts up blockers so I can't get in there. Which honestly it isn't my fuckin’ business. The brother has been a lifesaver for the club. He stepped up, and between the both of us, we held down club business while Brick was with Emmie. She is quickly improving as per Grace. Thank God, I know Brick couldn't handle anything else happening to his woman. My phone interrupts my thoughts.

"Yo."

"Stitch, we got shit hittin' the fan. Where are you?"

"Dammit, Puma, what the fuck is goin' on? I haven't heard anything and I checked in today with both Brick and Fury."

I manage to put my coffee in the holder and start to reverse, waiting to hear his reply. Headin’ toward the clubhouse his words finally penetrate.

"It's the kid. Not sure what is going on but Prez and VP are there and can't control him. Doc can't get there until someone comes by to watch his pops. A bunch of the brothers and prospects are down with flu. They’re puking and shitting all over. I tried Beast; he ain't pickin’ up his phone. Fury told me to reach out to you."

"Okay, brother, I'm on the way. I'll see if Grace can either meet me at Bubba's house or if she can relieve Doc with his pops so he can get his ass there. Tell the guys I'm about fifteen minutes out."

"Thanks, brother, I'll let them know."

I hit the pedal, not too hard, but knowing the need for speed is justified because Bullet could do serious damage to himself if he goes off on a rant. I call our house and Damien immediately answers.

"Hang on, Dad, I'm getting Mom."

"Francis, are you on your way?"

"Darlin', we have a situation. I need to know which works for you, but something is up with Bullet. Momma Molly couldn't handle him so both Brick and Fury are there. They called for Doc but he can't leave Pops alone. Do you want to go to the Smiths’ house and help with Bullet or head to Doc's and stay with his dad?"

"Damien, get your coat and homework together. Francis, I'll head over to Doc's. I'll bring some food for his dad. I'm sure he will love spending time with our son. Let me know what you find out. Love you, honey."

"Thanks, Grace. I appreciate you doin’ this on your evening off. Talk soon."

I call Doc to let him know to be ready as Grace and Damien are on their way. He will need to prepare his dad as the dementia is advancing, and whenever Doc leaves it’s hard. But if it isn't his normal caretaker it is worse. Thank God Grace has her medical background. Another crazy day in our fuckin’ lives. When is this shit gonna end?

As I jog up the front porch of Bubba and Momma Molly's house I can hear the screaming from inside. I bolt, not bothering to knock or ring the bell. What I see takes my breath away. Bullet is rocking back and forth on the couch, a gun in his hand. Brick, Fury, and Bubba are a couple of feet away as they watch Momma Molly, who is right next to the kid. She is trying to calm him down by speaking softly and gently, placing her hand on his leg. The kid looks like he is tweaking but that is fuckin' impossible. Bullet doesn't do drugs. Well, let me rephrase that though, he occasionally smokes some weed and uses that CBD oil shit. Brick looks my way, his mind giving me all the information I need for the situation.

"Bullet, Stitch is here like you asked for. Kid, we need to calm this shit down, this isn't good for Bubba and Momma. They ain't gettin' any younger. Come on, Bullet, put the goddamn gun down."

Bullet glances first at Brick, pointing the gun at him half-assed, then his eyes come to me. Immediately I feel the heat up the back of my neck. His thoughts are muddled and dark. I can't make any sense out of them. I watch as he moves the gun between Brick and me haphazardly. He looks weak and ready to pass out. Something isn't right with him. He’s way the fuck off.

"Bub, what’s goin' on? Look, brother, I'm here to help you but I'm dead on my feet. Been at the firehouse going on two days, kid. Can I sit down? I got all the time in the world for you, but before I pass the fuck out gonna take a load off."

He watches me like a hawk as I move toward Fury and Brick and sit in the recliner. I noticed his pupils are blown and his thoughts are goin' a mile a minute. All of his actions are indicating he is high on something, but I know for a fact Momma has a strict rule regarding any type of drugs. They argue when he comes home from the club after smoking pot or when he uses his CBD oil. He tries to focus on me for minute.

"Stitch, what’s goin’ on? Why are you guys here? I don't need no motherfuckin’ babysitters. I'm not a damn kid. Shit, I need a pill, my arm is killin’ me."

He looks to Momma and after shaking his head to clear it, asks her to bring his pills and a bottle of water. She looks confused at him then at Bubba and the rest of us.

"Honey, we have to reorder your pills. There is only one left for tonight when you go to bed. If I give it to you now, you won't get any relief tonight and won't be able to sleep."

"Momma, I called it in earlier today and they even delivered it to me. I didn't want to be more of a pain in the ass to you, Bubba, or my brothers. This shit is gonna go on for like forever, so tryin' to do what I can to pull my own weight around here. I know the club thinks I'm a pussy kid, but I'm not. So can ya get me a pill now? Please."

I look at Bullet and then at the worry on Momma's face. Something isn’t right and I’m getting an idea what that is. Carefully I lean toward the kid, givin’ him no reason to point the loaded gun in my face.

"Bullet, where are your pills, bub, I'll get them? I could use water anyhow. Just got off a long-ass shift at the firehouse."

"Stitch, they’re on my nightstand. Pills are in the white pharmacy bag. I took one earlier and damn did it help. First time since I got home the pain was bearable."

I'm up in a shot and head to his room, Fury on my heels. I enter and see the bag ripped open and the prescription bottle on its side. I look at the label and it states Norco 750/325, which is a pain medication that has a mixture of hydrocodone and acetaminophen. This shit shouldn't have freaked out Bullet. I carefully grab the bottle and open it up, dropping a couple of pills in my palm. They look normal as far as my eye could see. Looking around the room I see something on his dresser. CBD oil. It looks brand-new. I walk past Fury and grab it. Opening it, I take a whiff and put a drop on my finger. As I rub my fingers together I can feel something granular in the oil. Something CBD oil shouldn't feel like. I walk back into the living room and go right to Bullet, showing him the bottle. He looks at it; Momma Molly then jerks his head to me.

"What the fuck, Stitch? It's just to help me relax."

"Where and when did you get it, Bullet?"

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