Read Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance Online
Authors: Aubrey St. Clair
"Look, right here,
isn't this them?"
Amber squinted at where
Simon was pointing on the screen. It was the obituary listings of the city newspaper
but standing behind her friend she was too far away to read it.
"Oh wait, maybe not.
When did you say they died?"
"I don't know, a few
years ago I guess. Or longer."
"Okay, this can't be
them then. Strange, though. The names match."
Amber pushed Simon aside
and bent over his left shoulder to peer down at the screen.
SLATER, Darryl - Died as
a result of injuries sustained in a motor vehicle accident. Darryl, 53, leaves
behind wife Linda. Visitation to be held at Heavenly Bodies funeral chapel on
August 14th from 2-4 with service to follow.
It was true, the names
did match but there was no mention of Joel, and this paper was from last
summer. Joel was already living on the streets then. Plus, it said that his
mother was still alive.
"Pretty short
compared to most of these others," Simon mused.
Amber nodded. You pay by
the word, so it was likely short to save money. Simple, just to let friends and
family know what happened and when and where to pay respects. It was quite a
coincidence that both the husband and wife had the same first and last names as
Joel's parents. And she knew that they didn't have a lot of money, either.
Simon started scrolling
through his search results, looking for another match.
Was it possible that this
was them? If so, why would Joel have lied about them being dead? Or at least of
his mother being dead? Or did he
think
he was lying about them both? He'd
been in shelters for longer than a year. Joel didn't seem to be the type of
person that sat around reading the obituaries.
"Well, I don't see
any others that match. We may have to look somewhere else. You sure he said
they were dead, right?"
Amber thought back to her
conversation the night that she met Joel.
"
Does your family
know you do this?
" she had asked him, referring to the back alley
fighting he was participating in to pay the bills.
"
They're all
gone. No one to tell
," he had said.
"
Oh, I'm sorry.
"
That was it. He never
actually said they were dead, but he hadn't said anything to contradict the
fact that she had obviously believed that to be the case.
"Can you look up any
other info on that couple?" she asked suddenly.
Simon shrugged.
"Well, the obit says it was a car accident, so maybe it made the news, let
me see." His fingers started to fly across the keyboard as he began a new
search.
Why would Joel want
people to believe that his parents were dead? Obviously he had no intention of
ever speaking to them again, if that were true. Why not just tell people that
he had a falling out with them, or whatever secret it was that kept them apart.
Were they embarrassing? All parents were, as far as Amber was concerned.
Addicts? Criminals? Her mind raced at all of the possible reasons. What would
cause her to stop talking to her own parents? To claim they were dead to anyone
who asked?
"Here," Simon
exclaimed, pointing at the screen again. This time there was a black and white
photograph with a caption underneath that she couldn't read, and then an
article. The headline read
Drunk
driver killed on way home from liquor store
.
Amber bent forward again,
her eyes quickly scanning the article. A shocking chill ran down her back as
she read a line from the investigation. "The driver, now identified as
Darryl Slater, leaves behind a wife and one estranged son, according to
neighbors."
"Can you show me on
a map where this accident happened?" Amber's heart was pounding in her
chest and she put a hand on Simon's shoulder as a wave of dizziness rushed
through her.
Simon opened up a map and
zoomed in on the location from the article. There was no doubt about it now.
The crash happened in the same
neighborhood
that Joel had mentioned growing up in.
"That's them,"
she said. She took a few steps backwards and flopped down on another chair. She
was positive.
"So he lied about
his mother being dead, but told the truth about his father?" Simon asked,
spinning his chair to face her with a raised eyebrow.
"I think he lied
about them both. This accident happened after he had left. I'm not sure he even
knows about this."
"Who lies about
their parents being dead?"
Amber shrugged.
"Actually, he didn't lie. Not exactly. I don't know."
Simon stood up and then
turned to turn off the browser in an effort to obscure what they had just been
looking at before their boss came in. "Your boy has issues, you know that,
right hon?"
Amber didn't answer as
she thought about whether or not to tell Joel about this. Or how. He wasn't
going to be happy that she looked him up in the first place. But how could she
keep information like this to herself?
"Anyway, I gotta get
back to work or you're not going to have any drinks to serve tonight." He
put a hand on her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "You okay?"
She smiled slightly and
nodded up at him with a sigh. "I think I might need a drink after work
tonight. Or three."
Simon's face split into a
wide grin. "Now you're talking girl! That's a fabulous idea. Drink away
the pain. I know just the place." Her friend almost skipped out of the room,
the heaviness of the past few minutes already fading from his carefree mind as
she sunk lower into her chair, the smile fading from her lips.
Maybe he didn't want to
know. After all, he wanted people to believe they were dead, so could it be
that he wished they were? She couldn't imagine how she'd feel if someone kept
information like that from her, though. She'd be devastated. But Joel was a
very different person. What would be worse to him? Finding out that his father
was dead, or that Amber had gone digging into his past.
She took a deep breath,
letting it out slowly. She had a feeling she was in a no-win situation. The
only way to avoid it would be to keep it from him completely, act like she
never discovered it. Maybe she could somehow get him to find the article on his
own or something. Then see how he reacted. Would he even tell her? Tears misted
her vision. She knew the answer to that.
Amber leaned her head
back against the wall, taking another deep breath to steady herself as she
blinked away the half formed tears. Drinking tonight was a good idea. She could
figure all of this out in the morning. Saying anything right away would be a
rash decision. She needed to think about it for a while and figure it out.
Besides, she had no idea when she would next see Joel anyway.
Joel emerged from the
underground into the sweltering night. The heat of the day hadn't yet
dissipated despite it being after 10 P.M, but it was still better than the
stifling and stagnant sweat filled air of Rock House after an entire day of
training. The shower he had taken before leaving seemed pointless now, since
even the short walk to Amber's apartment would undo all of its work. He could
have another one once he got in, but with the way her air conditioning worked,
it wouldn't last very longer either.
He was exhausted.
Training had been brutal - much harder than he had anticipated, although Chris
had confirmed that Blake was leading it harder than usual. Still, none of the
other guys seemed as beat by the end of the night, and he knew he had a lot of
work to do to get into shape. Those guys had been at it for months, some of
them years. They knew what they were doing, but he was anxious to learn. Pain
and exhaustion were welcome if they were harbingers of future success in the
ring. Of the four men he was training with, three of them had already fought in
televised events. It was even rumored that Blake was only a few fights away
from a title shot himself.
He still wasn't sure what
Blake's issue was with him. Each time the two of them sparred, he would shake
his head or sneer every time he took Joel down or submitted him. Other than
that, he barely spoke to him at all. At least the other guys hadn't been
complete assholes. Chris was the most friendly. Joel definitely wasn't there to
make friends, but if he was going to be spending almost every day with these
guys, it would be nice if they were all at least civil to each other.
He reached the door and
unlocked it with the extra key that Amber had loaned him. It was hours before
she was due home, but that would give him time to decide what to say to her.
How to apologize. He grimaced to himself. He could recall his father's claim,
many times growing up.
Apologies
are for weaklings
. He never once heard the man apologize for anything, and
if anyone had anything to be sorry for, it should be Darryl Slater.
The door of the elevator
opened for Joel and he pressed seven as he walked in and leaned against the
back wall, closing his eyes and trying to banish thoughts of his father from
his mind. Thinking of him rarely led to anything good, only serving to make his
blood boil. If he was going to apologize to Amber he needed to remain calm and
level headed.
Closing his eyes only
served to remind him how tired he was, though. He almost missed the doors as
they started to close at his floor, only saving himself from another trip to
the lobby by hastily thrusting his arm in between and letting them crash into
him and then rebound as they sensed an obstruction. By the time he had made his
way into the apartment, he had forgotten about his desire to shower and clean
the fresh film of sweat from his body and instead flopped down onto the couch
to wait for Amber.
The apartment was still
hot, the AC still not working properly. Joel offered to talk to the landlord to
try and convince him to fix it, but Amber had an idea of what type of
persuasive techniques he'd be tempted to try so she dissuaded him. She'd been
right, of course. He needed to stop trying to solve problems with his fists.
Breaking that lifelong habit would be tough.
As much as he wanted to
help and contribute, get out of the debt he felt like he owed to her, he was
starting to rethink his decision to go back and fight for Randy. His whole life
no one had really earned his respect the way Amber had. She gave selflessly and
the only thing she had really asked of him was that he give up those
underground matches because they were too dangerous.
It was odd to him, having
someone care about him the way that she did. He'd never had that feeling
before, even from his own parents. Amber respected him, his quirks and his
temper, his obsessive need for privacy about his past, his touchiness about
money and debt. If all she really wanted in return for all of that was to know
that he was safe and not getting his ass kicked in an alley somewhere, he
should do his best to just give that to her. There was very little else that
was within his power to give. He wasn't sure what he'd done to deserve someone
like her in his life, but he found himself wanting to finally trust her. It was
a relief to finally have someone like that in his life.
He was still going over
it in his mind when exhaustion finally overtook his senses, snatching
consciousness away from him and replacing it with a deep and dreamless slumber.
Amber ran through the
dark house, chasing after Joel but each time her fingers came closer to
catching him, he would seem to dissolve between her fingers and run a different
way. "Missed!" he said.
Her feet were moving
faster now, but the walls were tilting back and forth as if the whole house
were teetering on its edge. First one way, then the opposite. Joel ran by and
she tried for him again. He slipped through her right hand but then her left
swung around. That was too late as well.
"Miss, miss,"
he taunted. Why couldn't she hold onto him?
"Miss?"
Amber jumped as a hand
touched her shoulder. "Miss, we're here. $23.50."
She blinked a few times
as she let reality sink in and ground her. The cab driver's weathered hand
snaked back through the
plexiglass
divider between them. He didn't look very happy
at having to wake up his fare.
"Sorry," Amber
mumbled. She reached into her purse and withdrew a twenty and a ten, pushing it
through the hole he had just used to wake her up. "Keep the change."
That elicited a smile at least. It had been an expensive ride for her, but
Simon had insisted and she was glad he had. The subway wasn't running at this
time of night anyway, and the all night bus would have been packed with drunks
and nutcases, with the occasional psychopath hidden in the mix.
Stumbling out of the car
and fumbling with her keys, she made it inside her security door as her taxi
pulled away, anxious to return to a more affluent neighborhood. The walls of
the elevator on her way up to the seventh floor seemed to wobble just like in
her dream, and for a moment she had to concentrate not to throw up. Simon had a
much higher tolerance for Jager Bombs than she did. But it was so worth it. She
hadn't had that much fun in a long time.
Still smiling, Amber
pushed open the door to her apartment and threw her purse down, kicking it
closed with her foot and turning the lock as she laughed at memories of Simon
trying to start up a karaoke session at the bar. It seemed funny at the time,
at least to them - but not as much to everyone else in the bar. Now that she
was starting to sober up, she could see how some of the other patrons had
probably just found them annoying.
The quick nap in the cab
had helped to push away most of her drunkenness, years of working in a bar and
sneaking the shots that flirting customers had bought her gave her the ability
to rebound fairly quickly after a night of drinking, even though she still
often felt nausea and instability on her feet until the next morning.
Stumbling toward the
bedroom to sleep the rest of it off, she stopped dead as she passed the couch.
"Joel! What the fuck are you doing here?"
The well-built fighter
lying on her couch didn't stir, his chest rising and falling steadily.
Giving in to an
overwhelming urge to sit, Amber plopped down onto the couch next to Joel's
chest, causing him to bounce on the cushions and then snap awake.
"What? What's
happened. Where... oh. Hi." He shook his head, shaking off the remains of
the deep sleep he'd just been pulled from.
"I thought you
weren't..." Amber paused as a wave of nausea fluttered through her
stomach. "...coming home tonight," she finished.
"I know.
Look..." Joel started to say something and then trailed off.
"Whatever,"
Amber said, smiling. "I'm glad you came home. I had the best time tonight.
I went out with Simon and he took me to a gay bar and it was so much fun oh my
god. We tried to sing on stage, well, it wasn't really a stage but there was
this-"
"Amber," Joel
said, holding up his hand to stop her. She paused, still smiling at him. He was
again quiet for a moment, lost in thought. Does he know who Simon is?
Does he think I'm cheating or
something?
"Simon's just my gay
friend," she explained. "I wanted to go drinking tonight and he
always goes drinking after work. He works behind the bar with me. He's so
funny, you should totally meet-"
Joel held up a hand
again. "I don't care about Simon," he said. "I wanted to talk to
you about something else." Joel's eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips.
"It's about earlier. I shouldn't have gone off like that. I know you... I
know you were just trying to help. I know you aren't after money or anything. I
just... the one thing I learned from my parents was to never be in anyone's
debt."
He was trying to
apologize, and Amber thought it was sweet until he mentioned his parents. As
soon as he did, she remembered the lie she had discovered earlier and she
wrinkled her nose at him. "Your parents? You mean the ones that died years
ago that you never want to talk about?" Her resolution not to bring it up
until she had time to think about it evaporated faster than the Jager bombs in
front of Simon.
Joel sat up on the couch,
but he looked away. "There isn't anything to say about them."
"So you're still
going with the story that they're dead?"
Joel's head snapped
around as he looked at her sharply, but he said nothing. Her lips had a mind of
their own.
"I know you lied
about them," she said. "Simon and I looked them up." Anger
flared in her chest as the accusation burned through her, but then she suddenly
remembered what else they had found. Immediately she could feel tears welling up
in her eyes, the alcohol taking her on a roller coaster of emotions. "Oh,
Joel..." she sighed, but he was barely listening to her now as his own
anger began to bubble to the surface.
"What do you mean,
you looked them up?" he asked, the words falling from his mouth one at a
time.
"On the
computer," she said. Big tears were forming and she had to blink to hold
them back. "But we found something else out," she said.
"What the fuck,
Amber? Who told you to go and look my past up?"
"Joel, would you
calm down for a minute? You said they were dead. I just wanted to find out the
details so I could understand-" She put her hand on his chest but he shook
her off and pulled his legs up and off the couch. Leaping to his feet he turned
back and glared at her.
"I never said they
were dead!"
"Yes you did, you
told me that your parents had been gone for years."
"Right. Gone. I
never said dead. They were gone from my life. They might as well be dead.
They're dead to me. But that still gives you no right-"
"Joel, would you
stop for a minute!" she said. She reached out and grabbed his hand, giving
it a squeeze. "Listen, we found something else. About your father."
"I don't care,
Amber," he said, pulling his hand away from hers. "I fucking told
you, they're dead to me. I don't give a shit what you found out."
Amber stared at Joel, the
tears falling from her eyes freely now. Something about her look gave him
pause, his anger seeming to disperse slightly at her raw emotion.
"What?" he demanded.
"Your father. I'm
sorry Joel. He really is dead."
She watched as his face
became an emotionless mask, the color draining from it slightly. His hands,
which had been hanging loosely by his waist, slowly pulled themselves closed
into tight fists.