Page 24 of The Heir

I stepped toward him before he’d even finished talking, my hand curling with instinct. Marchella made a strained sound that drew his attention toward her as she shot out of the car.

I should have sucker punched him. He would have done it to me, but that type of cheap shit was beneath me.

“The battery is in the trunk.” She hurriedly explained, placing herself between us.

I glanced down at the hood scoop, and the lower front spoiler, before observing the car’s title where it was proudly spelled out on the front.

“I know where the battery is on a Boss.” I assured her.

“Right you do.” Mackie laughed, sounding so much like his father.

“The battery is in the trunk because it is a 1969 model and has a v8 under the hood.”

“If you knew all that, why were you about to look under the hood, huh?” Mackie taunted.

“I wasn’t drooling over the half a million-dollar piece of metal, dumb ass. There was something more appetizing behind its steering wheel.”

Mackie smothered a laugh and leaned in close, squishing his sister between us. “You’re cute. You’re gonna be fuckin’ cuter when I’m done with ya.”

He shoved at my shoulder, and then a body collided with him out of nowhere, sending him sprawling onto the hood of the car with a thud.

When I saw the President’s patch on the kutte of the man holding him, I quickly understood why he wasn’t bitching abouthis sister’s precious car. Though, I’m ashamed to say it took me a blink or two to realize it was my uncle clutching either side of Mackie’s face like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to rip it off or kiss him.

“I wanted you to be my enforcer, but if I can’t fucking trust you to keep your head until I tell you to lose it, guess what?” He paused, but Mackie didn’t deign to offer any guesses. “Then that means you’re fuckin’ worthless to me and the club. Get. It. Together.”

A flock of sheriff’s deputies slowly started toward us.

“I love you too, fucker.” Mackie managed. His tone was venomous, and those hazel eyes were nothing short of homicidal.

“I know you do. I know. You tell Izzy I sent my best, yeah?” Easy loudly said, before letting go and stepping away.

The deputies paused, some of their expressions were intent, others were openly confused.

“I need to get the fuck out of here,” I whispered, my heart racing.

For every step those officers had taken, a year had been shed off my life expectancy. I could feel it!

“Yes, you do. We all do,” Easy agreed, placing his hand on my shoulder.

The courthouse door opened, and Mayhem stepped outside.

“See you–” He started to antagonistically sing to the uncertain officers.

“Shut the fuck up and get your ass over here. You don’t think we’ve paid enough bail for one day?” Aunt Trista exploded, from several feet away.

Mayhem locked eyes with her and I saw his features shift. The disgust and hurt was almost palpable before he turned and stormed off the other way.

“What the fuck…?” Trista blurted out.

“Jesus Christ. Come on. Both of you,” Easy urged, when he realized Mackie had left his sister standing amongst us.

“My car…” Marchella started, but I grabbed her hand and jerked her along with us.

“I’ll have it brought around.” Easy dismissively waved his hand.

“O–oh.” Marchella nodded, glancing after Mayhem.

Once we were all inside Aunt Trista’s car, I realized how upset she was by May’s unexplained behavior. There were tears glinting in her eyes and she sniffled as Easy put the car in reverse.

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