Red (Black #2) (15 page)

The compound is quiet, I notice their bikes. I know they’re here. Do they know I am here? I’m guessing so. They would have seen the guns in my hands, and they’d be arming themselves right now. And I know exactly where.

I make my way to the cellar door, it’s the armory. It’s hidden, so when the police raid this place it’s impossible for them to find. So far it’s worked, except I know exactly where it is, and tonight, they’ll wish they never betrayed me.

Stark is the first person I see, his head comes out of the hole from the ground. He sees me straight away, I’m standing directly in front of it. His hands fumble on the ladder as he’s trying to reach for his gun.

“You made a bad choice,” he sneers at me. I watch as he pulls the gun up, the shot fires straight past me, another doing exactly the same. Aiming isn’t his specialty. It’s mine, however. So when he sees me bring mine up, he lets go of the ladder, a second too late as I take my shot. I hear the sound of the men below. I hear them scatter to the ladder. All trying to reach it at the same time, most of the members are down there. I look over, down the hole. I notice Braks, the man I tortured. His eyes go wide, they didn’t think I would find them.

“Black,” he yells out as I step away, ready to deliver them to hell. “He’ll kill her, and your kids.” I don’t think then, blackness takes over my vision. It goes completely silent.

I don’t hear their screams, I don’t hear their cries. I don’t think as I drop the match into the pit, into the pit that I just poured gasoline down, and the lid that I close to make them all burn. I don’t think as I walk to where I need to be, where I need to go.

I come back slightly, Grover stands in front of me. A gun in his hand pointed at my head. I’m sitting on what used to be known as my bed. My hands stink, I can smell the gasoline that’s soaked into them.

“Black,” he says stepping in closer. His steps are cautious.

“Tell me, Grover?”

“You want to know why?” I nod my head. The haze lifting more.

“Gray, he didn’t use you to your full potential. I saw it, I wanted it. I saw the perfect opportunity, I am a businessman, after all, Black.” His gun is now lowered. “He wasted your talent. You could’ve been the biggest asset he’s ever had, but he wasted you. Played with you, it was his thing. Everyone seemed to know but you and Jake. He killed your mother, just to get to you. He wanted someone that could rely on him, and him alone. He knew that your stepfather beat you. Fuck! He even paid him to. So that’s when he killed him for you so you would rely solely on him. A debt to him.” He shakes his head, and it makes me angry.

“You knew all of this?” My fists scrunch at my sides, waiting and wanting to inflict pain.

He nods his head. “I also knew that you were just as smart, perhaps even smarter. Every card you left after a killing was linked back to him, your punishment to him. You made that police officer know his father was a good for nothing asshole.”

“Officer?”

“Yes, the one that’s probably sitting on your girl’s couch now, drinking her coffee. The same one that tried to win her heart.” He chuckles and it’s an evil sound. “He was the one that when she dismissed him, for you, told him exactly where she was. Hence, the reason for your memory loss.”

“Who did he tell?”

“He told, Ru.” That’s a part I didn’t know. I knew about Robbie, I found out his link. No one knows, Jake doesn’t know that he has a brother.

They don’t know that I remember everything.
EVERYTHING!

I have since the day I woke up after killing Savannah. I’ve remembered everything. I also remember who Grover is. I know his affiliation with Gray. They were rival clubs, on stable terms thanks to Gray supplying the guns. He wanted what he had, so he took it. He outsmarted them, without them even knowing they were being outsmarted.

“You remember, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“We protected you, Black.”

“You used me, Grover.”

He nods his head. “You were my best asset, did you know that?”

“I am no one’s asset, Grover.” I stand, and he takes a step back and Boozer steps in, pushing Grover out of the way, protecting his Pres.

“It didn’t have to come to this,” Grover says as he walks completely out.

“It did, tell Savannah I said hi when you visit her, Grover.” Boozer blocks my shot, my bullet landing in his leg. Grover is gone, Boozer has another gun in his shorts, one I didn’t see. He dropped the one he was holding when I shot him, his shot rings in my ears and takes over my senses. I touch my ear, it’s bleeding. He smiles through clenched teeth. He shoots again, this time I see it, and move away from it. I make it to him before he can fire another, knocking the gun from his hand where he lays on the floor. He goes to speak, his first word getting cut off as I fire a bullet straight into his throat. His hands reach for his neck as he starts choking. His eyes glaze, then he drops.

The dead are so peaceful.

No worries.

Just death.

Black.

He doesn’t listen, will he ever? I don’t even grab the bat when I walk out. I know it’s him, he grunts every time he knocks something or kicks a toy with his foot. I can see him from where I stand, his hand is holding his ear. He’s ruffling through my cupboard dressed in all black. He swears when he can’t find what he’s looking for, hushed under his breath.

“Liam…” His head swings to my voice, he can’t see me, the darkness of the hallway is blocking his vision. “What are you doing here?” He steps toward me, two steps and he’s another two steps away, which he doesn’t take.

“I can’t help it.”

“Help what, Liam.”

“I can’t seem to stay away.”

“You can’t keep on doing this. You can’t do this to us.”

“I don’t want to, but I can’t seem to stay away,” he repeats.

“I don’t want you to stay away, I want you to stop what I know you’re doing. It will ruin us.”

He nods his head in agreement but I know he’s lying. I know he's doing it to please me, and right now I am too tired to fight him and too tired to care.

“Come to bed.” He reaches behind him and grabs a towel, places it on his ear and walks to me. I stand where I am waiting for him to reach me. He takes my hand in his, and I melt just that little bit more.

“Rose.”

“Yeah.”

“I love you.”

Stop.
Everything just stops. He squeezes my hand as I stare at him, unblinking, with my heart racing.

“You remember?”

“I do.”

“You left me.” A sob screams free from my chest, it hurts, it all hurts. He knows me, and he loves me. His hand touches my cheek. I can smell gas on them, I don’t care, I don’t want to know.

“Never, I just had to find you again.”

“I had your baby.”

“You did.”

“He’s just like you.”

“That would be scary. No one should be like me.”

My hand reaches out and grabs his shirt tightly, I clench it between my fingers. “I’m allowed to touch you?”

He nods his head, I sneak my hands under his shirt and place them on his heart. He moves in closer to me, his head leaning down on my head where he kisses me.

“Where do we go from here?” I ask him. I don’t want to assume, I want him to choose.

“Wherever you are.” And that’s all it takes.

The days that followed were a mixture of highs and lows. I assumed having him back would make things right, I was wrong. He’s changed, I’ve changed, and the family has changed. When it’s just him and me, I see him. When it’s everyone, I lose him. He goes back to that black box he shuts himself inside. And I wonder if I am enough to pull him from it. I don’t think I am, then I see the way he looks at me. The way his green eyes sparkle when he stares just at me. It gives me hope that he’s still all in there.

Isabelle is currently talking to him, he’s looking at her, but paying no attention. He’s like this. I watch from a distance hoping something will come back, that he could possibly be the same. I just have to face facts that he isn’t.

“Liam.” He doesn’t acknowledge me, he doesn't hear anything. I repeat his name. He turns so he looks at me, and Isabelle goes back to watching the television.

Jake walks in while Liam sits there and stares at me. He doesn’t move, just sits. Jake looks from him to me, then pulls me into the kitchen. He leans casually against the bench, his hands cling to the edge of it.

“What’s wrong?” I shake my head, I don’t know, I really don’t know. In the bedroom, when it’s just him and me, it’s him. Around others, he’s someone I don’t know.

“Is he closing off?” I was looking at the ground, my head snaps to him, I can feel the tears wanting to release. I manage a nod.

“He isn’t like you and me, Rose, he’s something entirely different. He’s been trying, Black would never try. He always tries with you, and you know that.”

“I know.” I do, I know who he is. I know this isn’t him. A family life isn’t him.

“Has he been working?”

“No, he stays here.”

“Why?”

“Because I asked him to, I don’t want that life for the kids.”

“What about him?”

“I don’t want it for him either.”

“Do you think you can choose that for him?”

“No.”

“So why are you?”

“Because he’s mine, and I am his. That’s the way it is, that’s the way it’s always been. He knows this.”

“It isn’t him, don’t force him to do something he’s not. He’s only doing it because he loves you, and he wants to make you happy. Though it’s killing him, you’re taking away his life. It’s all he knows, but you're taking it.”

How dare he?

“I am
not
taking anything. Don’t you say that!” The verge of tears has left, and in its place is anger.

He puts his hands up in surrender. “I’m not saying these things to hurt you, it’s just who he is.”

“It’s not, he wanted it before.”

He takes a step closer to me. “He isn’t the same as before.” I know this. I just don’t want to believe it.

“I have to go,” he says looking out to Liam. He stops on his walk out and leans down whispering in his ear. Liam turns back to look at me, pinning me with his stare, not blinking. Jake stands and slaps him on the back as he walks out, smiling at me.

I watch as he stands and walks over to me. Standing directly in front of me, he looks down at me. His body language is that of a stranger like he doesn’t know me. There’s no warm gestures, no inkling for me to offer any advances.

“I need…” he looks behind, his eyes going to where the kids are then back to me, “…I need alone time. You and me.”

“Okay.”

“I have to go, be ready later.” I nod my head, and he leans in kissing me on the lips, no tongue, just a soft kiss. I take it, breathe him in, and love every second of it. His lips leave mine, his forehead stays on mine and his beard tickles my chin. None of it matters, all that matters is we try.
It has to work.

I don’t see him for the rest of the day, but I hear him when he pulls up, the rev of his engine indicates it’s him. Sax and Casey are having the kids, so I’m free to do what he wants. I peer out the window, just watching what he does. He sits in his truck longer than necessary, his hands on the wheel, sunglasses covering his face. He looks up and sees me while sitting a little longer just staring, as I watch him, unsure of what’s happening.