Page 39 of Wild Like Us
Great.
I face forward while Banks pulls out of the gas station. “I’ll drive next stop,” I tell him.
He nods. “Who called earlier?”
I lean back, more tensed.
Being the boss, I don’t share everything with everyone in security. I could easily shut out Donnelly, Oscar, and Farrow (the Yale boys) and say,it’s nothing you should worry about.They’d understand. But the Moretti brothers are different. I’ve always confided in them.
And I’ve known Banks since I was twenty.
He was twenty-two, fresh out of the military, brand new to security, and I just clicked with Banks and Thatcher. At the time, not many guys were around our age on the team. We hung out off-duty. Relied on each other.
Thatcher Moretti became my best friend. We were both eventually leads. Our problems were the same, and we understood each other. Banks…Banks was the friend who addedneededlevity to the shit that Thatcher and I faced.
Most days would’ve been total hell without him.
So I won’t lie to Banks. We’re on the same side. Always.
“Your dad called,” I tell him.
Banks grips the steering wheel tighter with one hand.
Sulli stiffens in the backseat.
And just like that, I’ve siphoned off all the remnants of a good mood. I’m used to that. I pull switches often. One minute we’re all fun and games. The next, it’s serious.
“Yeah?” Banks frowns. “He bail on you already?”
“No. He’s just coming in a few days late.”
Banks blinks hard a few times, gaze hot on the road. “Don’t set your hopes and dreams on that, Akara. All that man is good for is disappointment.” His eyes flit to me, softening.
He’s worried for me, I realize. He’s worried his dad will be a no-show and fuck me over in the process.
I’m worried for him.
That his dad will show up and prove something worse to his son. Money drove him here. Not love for his family, his sons.
Sulli scoots up between our seats. “Is your dad really that bad?” She drops a bag of powered donuts in the drink console for us.
I open it.
“Yeah.” Banks glances at her, then the road. “The last thing he ever said to me before he left was,You’re the dispensable one.” He shrugs like it’s nothing but I know it’s everything. “I’m the second-born twin. The dispensable one.” He grits down on his teeth. “He can go fuck himself.”
7
AKARA KITSUWON
Sulli yawnsinto her bicep as she reverses out of the third campsite we’ve marked on the map. We called ahead to two, and they were full by the time we showed up. First come, first serve is not on our side tonight.
“I fucking hate when you have to havereservationsto campsites,” Sulli grumbles. “Camping is half-spontaneity, and there’s nothing wild and free about a fucking reservation.” She flips off theAt Capacitysign on the bulletin board before peeling the Jeep away.
“Jesus,Mary,” Banks startles awake with the sharp turn. He was lying down in the backseat, my baseball hat over his eyes, and he grabs hold of my headrest, pulling himself up. “What the fuck was that?”
“Not Jesus or Mary,” I say with a smile.
“Thank God.” He sits up more, rubbing his tired eyes. “I don’t expect to see them until I’m six-feet under.” He glances out the back windshield. Where our tires kick up dirt against the bulletin board. “Campsite all full again?”
