Delaney walked out of the house, letting the door slam behind her with a loud thud. Patch screwed his eyes closed and fought his instinct to kick both Gab and Daz out of the house. First, it was stupid for Gab to tell Daz everything they knew about Dillon. After his episode downtown, he couldn't pinpoint the reason Gabriel would do that. Second, he wanted to spend time with Delaney. Let her get drunk in a safe environment, rather than a bar downtown so some douchebag could pry on her. She deserved a drunken night, didn't she? After her dad and brother both kicked her out? Patch imagined they thought it was teaching her a lesson. He understood their fear of her getting pregnant and ending up a stay-at-home mom with a dude that they thought had no future. But it was Patch. The boy they'd picked up at his house because his mother hadn't fed him in a week. The boy that beat-up multiple other boys because Lucas hadn't hit his growth spurt yet in eighth grade. It hurt. Whether he wan
Delaney slammed the door to her car, her fast-food bag hung from one hand while she stormed up to the porch, mumbling beneath her breath. Something about Daz crawled under her skin and laid tiny little eggs of self-loathing. She rarely hated a person, but Daz was starting a list, for sure. Delaney opened the door, and was greeted with silence. Where were they?She glanced back, realizing their motorcycles weren't in the driveway. She'd been so mad that she didn't even notice. Slamming the door, she walked over and sat down on the worn couch, taking out her food, and her phone. She opened a text from Patch. The Fallen Kings kidnapped Heather because she was with Dillon. I'm going over to get her. I'll be back soon. If I'm not back when you get home, please lock the door. Don't let anyone inside. Heather, as in his ex-girlfriend. First off, Dillon is a royal douchebag to go after Patch's ex, secondly, Delaney felt selfish admitting it, but she didn't want Heather anywhere near them
Patch tried to stop Delaney but she disappeared out of the house into the night. He hadn't thought saving Heather would cause so much drama, but obviously, he was wrong. He wanted to chalk it up to Delaney being young, but he honestly thought she really didn't believe the kidnapping. He sighed heavily, and slid his palm down his face in frustration. When he found them, in the bay of the garage, Heather was tied to a chair, her mouth gagged with sweat and blood dripping from her head. How could Delaney not understand?Patch pulled out his phone and texted her. Come back. Please? We'll talk everything over. He shoved his phone back into his pocket, and walked over to the refrigerator to grab a water. The shower in the bathroom turned off, and he suddenly felt out of place being there with just Heather. That road had been demolished years ago. He felt nothing for her, yet enough to save her life, which didn't mean much. Patch would save anyone in need of saving. He turned to go t
She drove around town for what seemed like hours before she decided to actually call Katy. When she didn't answer, Delaney's stomach dropped to her butt. She had nowhere to go, and she had too much pride to ask her brother or her dad. And she'd rather eat nails than ask Beth. Delaney wasn't in the mood to be talked to death tonight. She needed silence, and a warm bed, which wasn't in the horizon. There was a cheap motel downtown, but she was also not down to bring bedbugs back with her. She could wait outside Katy's house, but she assumed Katy was with Lucas. Had Lucas told her what was going on? She doubted it. He didn't care enough to call or text, so she assumed he hadn't told Katy. Which sucked. Delaney pulled in front of the bakery, and parked, staring at her steering wheel that seemed to mock her silence. "Way to go, Laney," she mumbled to herself. Part of her wanted to go to back to Patch's house, but she didn't want to see Heather. She didn't trust her. Her kidnapping s
Patch stared at his mother's lifeless body with an emotionless expression. There was one thing to see a dead body, but a complete other to see your own mother dead.And she was … dead. Lifeless like an object, not a human being. Patch tried to see her as that, but it didn't work. All he could think about was his time as child, before drugs took over her life. He had so many questions, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her eyes were opened, unmoving, staring up at the water stained ceiling as if it would bring her back to life somehow. She never left with some man, she'd been killed, kidnapped, and Patch didn't know. Someone watched the house, obviously. They had to of been waiting for him to leave to dump her body. And what happened to Heather? There was an obvious struggle in the living room. It had to have been more than one person. But who? The Fallen Kings wouldn't have done this to him, would they? They might have taken Heather but they wouldn't have killed his mom after
He didn't believe her. He didn't say it, but he didn't. Delaney didn't know the extent of his relationship with Gabriel, other than them being friends for a while, but it was evident on his face that he didn't like that theory. "You're mad?" she asked into the silence. Patch looked out of the passenger side window, and scratched at the dark scruff on his jaw."Gabriel is the mastermind behind The Kings, Laney? Why would you even think that?"Delaney kept her hands wrapped round the steering wheel, and shrugged her shoulders. "I get a feeling about him, Patch. Daz is out of control, and wild, but he doesn't seem like in this state he's making rational decision. He seemed coerced. Listen, I'm not saying that Daz has never been in control, but something is going on right now with Daz, and I think Gabriel is using it to manipulate him."Patch sighed deeply. "I don't know. I don’t think Gab would do that.""It was just a thought," she said, pulling into the local Motel 6, and parking. Sh
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
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.