Page 4 of Fight for You
“Stop calling it an?—”
“Enlighten me, then?”
Leith jutted a shoulder. “An attempt to see my littlebràthair. Okay, an intervention of sorts. It just didn’t go down right. We were, all of us, just telling you that you’re … loved.”
It shouldn’t have gone down at all. I’d only wanted a slab of baby back ribs, same as everyone else on this sunny holiday. There was a place nearby—best barbecue in all of SoCal.
Big mistake.
Coming to my hometown to satisfy a simple craving. That was asking for trouble. Someone in my family must’ve seen me and called the cavalry. Next thing I knew, I was surrounded by fiveMacKenzies, relatives I’d cut ties with. I’d gone with them to avoid a scene.
“We’re worried about you!”
I chuckled, retrieved a photo from my wallet, and handed it over.
“You-you’re a Marine? How?”
“Don’t bring up the medication, or I’ll conclude this discourse.”
“Discourse? You still sound like my weird little brother,” Leith muttered, then raised his palms. “Okay. How many years? I’m proud of you.”
“Seven. And I don’t mind you calling me weird. When the others do … it sounds different.”Insulting.“And actually, let’s talk pills—bear with me. I have to set the story first. Do you recall Camdyn’s friends? That scrappy girl, Tatum, and that other boy?” I recalled the underground mixed-martial arts fighter’s name, just didn’t like the dude.
“Vaguely. You and Cam are closer in age.”
“True. You want a drink?”
“Atmyrestaurant.” Leith snagged a bowl of nuts that I wouldn’t touch with a stick.
Community food.Ugh. I thought the Marines would relieve me of my neat-freak ways, but I maintained a clean demeanor. Just hated getting blood on my camo and carrier plate. “Tatum got herself into some trouble.”
“How? She was your and Camdyn’s bud?—”
“Camdyn’s buddy.”
“Okay, I get that you still fixate on technicalities. She was a cop then, right? What does she, or any of this, have to do with the …ahem, pills—since you’re allowing me to say that.”
“We’re getting to that point. Doesn’t matter that Tatum was a cop, she manipulated the law in ways that reminded me of some unsavory characters that I unfortunately know.” I took another sip,hiding a frown of guilt. Bubbles tickled me more than my own acerbic tone. “Tatum Li’s actions cost the life of a girl on the street. I asked the girl to go with me. Leave that life.”
“What life? Was she Tatum’s CI?”
“Confidential informant? Nah. Just your run-of-the-mill prostitute, over in LA. Tatum paid Devi to wear a wire for her own needs. Herman’sneeds. I’d agreed to guard Devi while she got some information Tatum wanted from a rich pedo. She died.”
“Wait … that was the year you ghosted us? Began to hate us?”
Hate? No. That wasn’t it. Not really.I stared at the drink in my hand, watching the soda tilt and settle. I didn’t drink anymore, and alcohol never gave me the right words anyway. “Felt smothered by Mam,” I said slowly. “Not enough for the rest of you, either. But I never hated any of you.”
Leith blinked, silent.
“I didn’t have the language for it back then,” I went on, voice low, raw. “Just this fog … this pressure in my chest. Couldn’t breathe. You lot were loud. Close. Tight. I was coming apart, and I didn’t know how to ask for air without sounding ungrateful.”
I shook the daze of truth from my eyes. “Devi’s death gutted me.” But even that hadn’t been the whole of it. Something else had hollowed me out back then. Something I hadn’t been able to name, not until years later. “After Devi, I paired a cocktail of every medication—big pills, tiny pills. You name it, I paired it with a fresh bottle of tequila.”
“I’m sorry, br?—”
“So, that concludes our medication discussion.” I turned in my seat and propped on an elbow to stare at my brother. “And no more apologies. I flatlined in the ambulance.” My hand ran over the back of my neck. “The second I got released, I did what was necessary to fill the Marine Corps requirements, which meant scrubbing the psych holds from my medical profile online. Got my rear handed to me so many times in six-man kill teams, four-manteams, clawed my way through a few solo ops. I’m not that scared little boy anymore, Leith.”
“I’m so glad to hear that you went away and had a chance to grow up.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair.
