Page 80 of Love Thy Brother
Embry pondered that while I went back to rebuilding his bike. It was probably the longest conversation we’d ever had, but it didn’t feel as weird as it should’ve.Because he’s ignoring the fact that you’ve been a dick to him for years and years and years.
Like Rubi had.
While that reality rioted through my conscience, Embry leaned against the wall, his gaze on me but not intrusive enough to annoy me.
I’d literally never been alone with this dude. All I knew about him was that he’d gone from a prison cell to club chaplain in the space of a month. That my brother had seen something in him the club needed to survive, and I hadn’t been around enough to know if he’d been right. “Sorry I was a dick to you about Rubi.”
Embry’s head jerked up and I realised he hadn’t been watching me at all and hadn’t caught my off-the-cuff, half-arsed apology.
I eyed him over the dismantled Tiger. “You okay?”
He nodded slow enough to let me know he wasn’t. Dude was pale as a fucking milk bottle.
There was a crate near my feet. I kicked it closer to him. “Take a pew.”
Embry pushed off the wall and sank onto the upturned crate, one hand bracing himself to stay upright, the other on his abdomen.
He got stabbed, remember?
Sometimes I didn’t. That horror show was the same one that had got Cam shot, and when I thought of it, it was all I saw. My big, strong brother bloodied and broken. A Russian stranger stitching him back together.
Man, this life was fucked up. I crawled out of my head and refocused on Embry. “Need anything, dude?”
He shrugged. “A distraction would help. Will you deck me if I ask how Rubi’s doing?”
Probably not. It was the weirdest thing that the smallest Rebel Kings were the men I’d least want to fight. Also, he definitely didn’t hear my mumbled apology.
Nash had a fridge in his shitty garage.
I stepped to it and crouched to rummage through the energy drinks and beer. The water was at the back. I snagged a bottle and took it to Embry.
He accepted it with another quiet nod, waiting for me to answer his question.
I picked up a spanner and went back to work. “I don’t know how Rubi’s doing. It’s been a fucked-up few days.”
“He told us.”
“All of it?”
“The blood, the photos, the murder car. Was there anything else?”
We got naked and it short-circuited my entire existence.“Nope.”
Embry drank his water and leaned back on the crate, more colour in his face than when he’d popped up. “Cam thinks the car might be unrelated to the trouble at the garage.”
“He send you to tell me that?”
“I’m telling you because we’re having a conversation.”
There was no edge in Embry’s mellow, Cornish voice. Just patience I didn’t deserve, but for the life of me, I couldn’t think of anyone else who wanted to kill me.
I told Embry as much.
He drained his water bottle and shrugged. “Maybe they weren’t aiming for you.”
My busy hands stilled. “What?”
Embry took a slow breath, tossing his empty bottle into a nearby bin. “That scumbag Rubi roughed up. We don’t know who he works for.”
