Page 18 of Loving Her
He lets out a menacing growl that immediately gets the attention of the other diners. “What the fuck does that mean? Why in the hell are you here? Do you realize how upset Bull and Skye are?”
“Maybe we could all sit down and speak a little quieter. We seem to be drawing a lot of attention.”
The man grunts but does as asked. He stares a hole through me. I have to fight the urge to shift under his gaze. I force myself to look him directly in the eye, not backing down. He huffs and then turns his attention back to Cooper. “What’s the meaning of this? You said you wanted me to talk to a friend of yours that was having trouble with our mother chapter.”
“That’s exactly why we’re here. I take it you already know Breaker.”
“What kind of question is that? Didn’t he tell you?”
The man’s gaze turns back to me. I shake my head. “I uh … can’t.”
“What in the fuck does that mean?” he curses.
“I don’t exactly remember who I am,” I confess.
“Come again?”
“Breaker was shot and left to die?—”
“That much I know. Bull has been pulling every string we have to drag the damn lake and send out people searching for him. We’re taking shifts and staying with the Saint’s Outlaws. Different ones stay, so that we always have members close by in case we find your sorry ass feeding the vultures. You’ve nearly killed your mom and dad.”
I should feel guilty. Heck, I guess a small part of me does, but I can’t drum up feelings for these people. As of right now, I don’t really know them.
“Well,” I mumble, scrubbing my face with my hand.
“You don’t know who I’m talking about, do you?”
“I don’t have a damn clue. I take it the two of us know one another?”
“Yeah, you could say that,” he laughs. “Your father and I are pretty tight. You were always visiting, trained under me for a bit. You and LD are pretty close. He took your death—I guess that’s supposed death—pretty hard.”
“LD?”
“My son. Logan Jr.,” he laughs. “Torrent hates it when people call him LD. She threatens to cut off Fury’s balls every damn day for starting it, but in the end, she couldn’t fight it.”
“What does the D stand for if the L is Logan?” I ask, trying to ignore the way he mentions names so easily—names I should know, but don’t.
“Oh, it doesn’t stand for Logan. It’s Little Devil. That’s my road name—Devil. Fury thought LD was cute. It caught on much to my old lady’s irritation.”
I nod, not really having much more to add. “Are Bull and Skye my parents?” I ask, the names sounding foreign on my tongue. I thought maybe a name might spark something, but there’s nothing.Just emptiness.
“Yeah. Bull’s a mean son of a bitch, broad as a side of a house. He’s the enforcer of the crew in Kentucky. It’s a role they were thinking at one time to prep you for. You’re the Sergeant-At-Arms now. You’ll move up from that once the older members step down.”
It’s odd what you can remember and what you can’t with amnesia. I know what things are. I know anything simple. I even look at a menu and know what I like to eat or that black coffee sounded good. Yet, the names of my parents mean nothing to me.How the fuck is that possible?
“Am I close to my parents?” I ask, thinking maybe if I was distant with them that could explain it.
“Damn tight,” he says. “You’re pretty close with your sister Thea, too. She’s taken your loss pretty bad. She and Dom were planning their wedding, but I think they’ve pushed that back for now. Your little sister has had them ready to pull her hair out, but then Skylar has always been good for that. I think it’s the red hair. Those women have teeth. Glad my woman is blonde. She’s spicy enough. Damn woman would probably kill me if she had red hair,” he responds.
I have a family … and sisters. I let that settle. I’m not sure how I feel about it. Cooper and Devil begin talking quietly among themselves. Maybe they sense I need a moment to get my head back together. I lean back in my seat and look out the window. There’s too much shit swirling around in my mind. I can’t seem to catch my breath. I close my eyes and immediately a picture of Indy pops into my head. It calms me. I breathe deep and realize that she’s my rock. My eyes open at once as I remember the one question I wanted answered more than any other.
“Do I have a wife?”
“A what?” Devil asks, surprise on his face.
“A wife, an old lady? Do I have one? Or kids? Both? Do I have them?” My questions are fired one right after another. I’mrattled and full of fear and hope. My heart is running away with me and as Devil continues to just stare at me, I want to shake him. “Do I?” I demand again. If he doesn’t talk soon, I’m going to strangle the man.
“You don’t have a woman as far as I know. You’re known as an oddball when it comes to women.”