Chapter Fourteen
Bryn
I called out of work for a few days.
It wasn’t the best thing for me to do, financially, but it let me be at home for Bryan while he healed. He was lucky—all of the wounds were superficial. No broken bones, no concussions.
He looked like shit, but he’d be fine in time.
He still wouldn’t talk to me about what had happened. I had the little bit of information he’d given me and Benny the first day, but nothing beyond that.
Benny wouldn’t talk, either.
I knew he’d been to talk to somebody, but he wouldn’t give me anything beyond that.
But on the other hand, he dropped by every day.
I liked having him there. I liked having him around, especially since Bryan was still a problem. Benny could talk to him more forcefully than I could, and Bryan would listen.
And when Bryan was sleeping, Benny and I could be alone.
It was nice to spend time with him again. We had a lot of sex, and tried not to talk about work. He brought me dinner when he came at night.
He never stayed over.
But it was cool.
I didn’t need him to start staying over. We didn’t need to move fast.
It was nice to have Benny there, but my priority was still Bryan.
He was restless.
Even before he’d gotten involved with the King’s Devils, he’d been the sort to get bored easily. He liked being outside. He liked exploring and traveling.
And now he was stuck in my apartment.
“I just want to get the hell out of here,” he said miserably, sitting on my couch one night.
“Okay, well, you can’t. Not yet.” I shrugged. “I’m sorry.”
Bryan groaned. “Isn’t Benny supposed to talk to somebody or whatever?”
I shrugged. “He hasn’t mentioned it.”
“But he’s been around so much. How has he not mentioned it?”
“I don’t know. He just hasn’t. Maybe he hasn’t talked to them yet.”
Bryan let out a huff. “Well, he needs to get on it. I want to leave.”
“And go back to Richland?”
He blinked at me like I’d said something offensively stupid.
“No,” he said. “Like, get out of Kentucky.”
I almost dropped the plate.