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Chapter Thirty-Three-Delaney
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My Brother's Roommate Chapter Thirty-Four-Patch
Patch woke the next morning with an empty spot next to him. He felt relieved he hadn't been arrested in the middle of the night because of his mother's death. He'd been questioned, and he saw it on the officer's faces that they didn't believe him. It'd taken him hours to go to sleep after seeing his mother that way. Patch had seen his mother in many compromising positons over the years, but death was entirely different. The lifeless look on her face would scar him for eternity. He pulled the covers from his feet and sat up. Delaney's absence didn't seem unusual since she was an early riser, so he got up and walked down the stairs. The smell of food wafted toward him, and his stomach growled.Delaney stood in his shirt—which, made sense because he wasn't wearing one—and she stood in front of the stove cooking. He noticed a note on the island from her father about leaving for the day with Beth. He assumed it was because of her reluctance of having them there. Patch didn't care, and
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Thirty-Five-Delaney
Her legs felt like Jell-O but the best kind. It had been unexpected, in her dad's closet floor, but she felt lighter from his touch. Everything about it was spontaneous, something she hadn't felt in ages. Maybe since her freshman year of college, and everything felt new. Delaney got into the driver's seat of her car, and waited on Patch to slide into the passenger side. His stormy gaze shifted to her, and she smirked. It was on a whirlwind that she found that box with the storage key in it, and luckily, Beth was dumb enough to keep the number printed on the tag. "What do you think is in it?" he asked, stretching his legs out in front of him. She shrugged. "Weird old people décor. Or her abundance of car decorations." Patch laughed. "So you don't think she could have anything to do with The South Side?" "I don't know Patch. Beth? It's hard to envision, ya know? She's Betty Homemaker." "You're right, but I think it's the perfect disguise. No one would ever expect it to be her.
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Thirty-Six-Patch
Patch grabbed Delaney's bag and swung it over his shoulder. The Airbnb that Lucas owned was nice, and sat on a small lake right outside of town. He didn't understand why anyone would want to come visit their small town, but this house was definitely a retreat away from city life. Delaney got out of her car and whistled. "Fancy, Lucas. Look at you, moving on up in the world." Lucas chuckled, and dug a set of keys from his front pocket. It felt nice to have Lucas not wanting to kill Patch. Not that were back to their usual friendship, but maybe they could get through a day without beating the crap out of one another. "Who all knows that you own this?" Delaney asked, as she followed her brother up the stairs. "I don’t know, why?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder. "Because I don't want Dillon showing up and killing me in my sleep, Lucas." Lucas opened the door to the house, and punched in a code disarming the alarm, while walking through and turning on the lights. "Do you rea
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Thirty-Seven-Delaney
Delaney stood in the kitchen the next morning, making coffee, and feeling anxious. With everything going on, nerves crawled up her spine. She felt as if someone watched her every move, even though no one knew where they were. So many questions raced through her head. Who killed Patch's mother? Where did Beth get all of that cash? Was Gabriel really behind The South Side like she assumed? And how did Dillon play into everything. Why would he keep being Patch's half-brother such a secret? Fingers slid down the back of Delaney's arm, and she yelped. "Calm down," Patch said, sliding an arm around her waist, and burying his mouth into her neck. "You're jumpy."She scoffed, and turned to face him. If he didn't have that sleepy look in his eyes, and straight out of bed head, she would have smacked him a good one. "I'm just thinking about everything," she said. "I'm nervous."Patch reached above her and grabbed a coffee cup from the cupboard, and entrapped her against it when he came back
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Thirty-Eight-Patch
Gabriel sat on the desk in the front office, smoking a cigarette when Patch walked into work the next morning. Everything Delaney mentioned about Gabriel hit him, and he wanted to believe that Delaney was being paranoid, but he wasn't sure. "What up," he said, putting out his cigarette. Patch tossed his helmet onto the front lobby seats, and glared at him. "Oh, you know, just finding my mother dead at my house. Ya know." By the look on his face, Patch knew he had heard the news. "I'm sorry, bro. I didn't know how to bring it up. Any news about it?" Patch wanted to reach inside Gab's mind and pull out the truth. If The Fallen Kings had kidnapped Heather just to see how Patch would react, wouldn’t they have taken her back after Patch found out? And wouldn't that have put them at Patch's house where his mother turned up dead? "No. Where is Heather?" Gabriel hopped off the desk and pulled up their computer system. "I'm not sure, I haven't seen her since you came and took her. You
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Thirty-Nine-Delaney
Delaney sensed Patch's aggravation as they parked, and he went straight into the Airbnb. She understood why he was mad, but he couldn’t restrain her for the rest of her life because of what happened. She felt it was a legit reason for her to go out with Katy, plus, she wasn't on her own. She followed him inside, and into the quiet house, while biting her bottom lip and fiddling with the hem of her T-shirt. Patch walked toward the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. The silence weighed heavily on Delaney as he took his time tossing the bottle and leaned back against the counter and closed his eyes. She watched the heavy way his chest raised and fell with each breath, and how his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Say something," she whispered, kicking at the hardwood with the tip of her shoe. Patch chuckled humorlessly. "Seriously Delaney?" he whispered. "We just found my mother dead and you're prancing around like nothing is happening in town? I asked you to sta
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Forty-Patch
He felt his insides turn to stone as the officer shoved him into the back of the police cruiser. The bars caged him in, making everything seem much more real. Not that his mother showing up dead didn't scream real. But this clarified who their number one suspect was ... Patch. So many memories surfaced, causing flashbacks from his youth when he was just another bad seed. However, he wasn't a bad seed anymore. Or … he didn't want to be. He expected them to question him about his mother's death. He knew they would because he'd been staying there; it was the address he put down on everything. His home address that felt like a ghost town now. They drove to the station in silence, he didn't dare speak or act out to give himself another mark. He had enough strikes against him. Being in The Fallen Kings, a bastard, and the son of a dead druggie didn't look good for him. They escorted him back into the station and into a room with a two-way mirror, a table and three chairs. One of the o
My Brother's Roommate Chapter Forty-One-Delaney
Delaney looped her arm around Patch's stomach in an attempt to make sure he was real. After they went back to the Airbnb, she felt like he might be plucked away at any moment. That short two hours he'd been away had felt like days. Maybe it was the fact he'd been at the police station, or everything going on around them. She'd never been more thankful for her brother in her life. If Lucas hadn't forked over the money for the lawyer, Patch would have been stuck with a court appointed lawyer, and he might as well been locked up for life. And now that they'd dove in together, she couldn't imagine him getting put away for life. Plus, they weren't any closer to finding out who killed Patch's mother, whether Dillon was really Patch's brother, and who was behind The South Side. Patch squeezed her tighter to his side and asked, "Are you asleep?" Delaney sighed. "No, I'm afraid to shut my eyes. I'm not sure if you'll still be there when I open them." He turned to face her, rubbing his th
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