Rome
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“This has to stop at some point. I fought to bring Rule back into the fold, told your mother it was this family or I was done. I’m not going to let another one of my boys go, not without one hell of a fight. I let you stew, let you and Rule act like it was a personal affront we never talked about Remy as a family, but the time for that is done. We need to figure out how to move forward from this point on. End of story.”
I felt like a little kid getting scolded for getting his clothes dirty while out playing. I rubbed a hard hand across the back of my neck and looked down at the bar I still needed to strip and refinish.
“It’s more than just Remy and the secrets. It’s the way Mom treated Rule, it’s the way everyone just let Remy use Shaw. It’s the fact I don’t feel at all like the same guy I was when I left last time. I don’t know how to fit into this family anymore. I don’t know what role I’m supposed to be filling.”
I didn’t have the nerve or the right words to try to explain to him that I didn’t know how I would make it through having him and Mom look at me like they didn’t know who I was anymore. Disappointment I could handle, dismissal I could not, so instead I was hiding and avoiding it altogether.
He swore softly and reached out to clap me on the shoulder. “There is no fitting in. You’re our son, no matter what; that role is yours until the end of time. That’s what I finally had to get across to your mother about Rule and what we should have let Remy know before it was too late. We take you any way you come, Rome, even if it isn’t the same way you always were. The life you lived, son, that changes a man. I understand that and so does your mother.”
He cleared his throat and pushed the bar stool back so that he was standing next to me.
“Come to brunch on Sunday. Shaw said you’re seeing one of her girlfriends, bring her along. I work very hard every week to make sure your brother and that girl of his know how much I love them. We all owe Shaw more than we can ever repay as a family. She’s done more for both those boys than we can probably imagine. Come spend time with your family, Rome.”
He didn’t give me a chance to say “we’ll see” or “no thanks”; he just turned around and went back the way he came. Being an Archer was never exactly easy, but it was like a badge of honor to be one and survive it. I really wished I could just slide behind that bar and mix a drink, but I was doing a pretty solid job of staying sober and just beating back all the crazy stuff going on in my head with force of will alone. I didn’t want to mess that up just because I was being a sissy and couldn’t handle getting told off by my dad. It was hard to keep my head buried in the sand when he had single-handedly just annihilated all my misplaced fears about going home and facing them.
I asked Darcy for that sandwich finally and went to finish getting the pool table leveled. Brite was back by the time I was done and headed out. I told him about the guys from the Sons of Sorrow and he just snorted and told me the kid that attacked me was nothing but a young prick. He told me that I better watch my back, because getting a rocker stripped from a biker’s cut was apparently a really big deal and the scrawny guy was likely to be pissed as all hell that it was happening. It meant there was no way in hell he was ever going to be a member of any motorcycle club, at least not here in Denver, and likely anywhere else. I blew the warning off, figuring it was all said and done, and besides, I was used to watching my six anyway.
What wasn’t as easy to blow off was the conversation that he leveled at me after Darcy ratted me out about the awkward conversation she had witnessed between me and my dad. I was on my way out the door to get my little punk-rock pixie, but he followed me out to where the Harley was parked. I threw a leg over the bike and looked up at him.
“What’s up?”
He ran a hand down the length of his beard, a gesture I was getting used to. It typically meant he was going to say something to me that he really wanted me to hear.
“Your old man came by looking for you today?”
I nodded. “He found me.”
He crossed his thick arms over his burly chest and tilted his chin down at me.
“You know that Darce and I have a girl?”
I shook my head in the negative. Neither had ever mentioned a daughter to me.
“She’s younger than you. Just turned twenty and is a handful and a half. She didn’t take it well when her mom and I split. I can barely get her to spend five minutes alone in the same room with me before she’s at my throat about this or that.”
I picked the bike up off the stand and balanced the heavy weight between my legs.
“That sucks, but what does it have to do with me?”
“Nothing. I just know as a parent, we make mistakes. We aren’t perfect but that doesn’t mean we don’t love our kids. You’ve got a lot of stuff going on in your life right now, Rome. Don’t let the things and people that have always been there slip away.”
I just stared at him because I didn’t know what to say to that. I liked Brite a lot, looked up to him, was starting to really view him as a mentor, but I didn’t need him trying to fix every aspect of my life. I was going to turn the engine on and take off but he put a hand on my shoulder to stop me.
“I’ve got some stuff going on over the next few weeks, and I would appreciate it if you kept an eye on the bar and the guys while I’m in and out. I can pay you for it.”
“I don’t know anything about bartending, Brite.”
“I said keep an eye on it, not mix drinks. Darcy can tend bar, or you can find someone to help you out until the end of the month. Granted the tips aren’t anything to write home about right now, but you’re getting the place cleaned up real nice so that might change in the near future.”
“So what exactly do you want me to keep an eye on?”
“The crowd in the evening. The regulars. Make sure the guys aren’t going off the rails. Make sure everyone acts right and gets home safe. I appreciate all the work you’ve put into the place, and I figure you’re not in any hurry to see it all messed up. I’ll ask Darce to show you how I do the cash out at the end of the night and how to drop the deposit.”
“I guess I can manage all of that. Just for a couple weeks?”
I thought I saw him grin at me but with all that facial hair it was kind of hard to tell.
“For now. Don’t write your folks off forever, son. They need you just as much as you need them.”
I wondered if that was true. They used to need me to keep Rule in line and act as a buffer, then they needed me to hold it all together when everyone vanished into a cloud of grief. Now I didn’t really know how I fit into the fold other than as the troubled oldest son, and that was a big part of what made it so much easier for me to stay away.
I started the Harley and pulled out of the lot. It only took ten minutes to make it to Capitol Hill. I usually just left the bike or the truck at the apartment and walked to the shop since parking in the area sucked. Plus I refused to ride in that little neon clown car Cora drove, so we usually had to do some switching off on how we got from one house to another. I pushed open the door and walked up to the counter. She wasn’t behind it, which was unusual, but my brother was leaning against the desk talking to Rowdy.
“Hey.”
He tilted his chin up in greeting and motioned toward the closed door that was off to one side of the shop.
“She has a late client. She’s probably gonna be a few. You wanna go get something to eat when she’s done?”
“I ate at the bar. Speaking of which, do you know anyone that knows how to bartend that can help me out for a few days? Brite asked me to keep an eye on the place for the next few weeks and I don’t know a thing about bartending.”
“You know how to drink vodka like it’s water.”
I popped him in the shoulder. “I remember more than a few nights where Crown Royal made you its bitch, so let’s not point fingers.”
Rowdy chuckled and made his way over to join us. I really wanted to dislike the guy. I didn’t like that he was so familiar with Cora, that the two of them had such an easy camaraderie, but he made it hard. He was just an easygoing and totally affable guy. Plus his quirky sense of humor made him entertaining as hell to hang around.
“Talk to Jet. He knows more people in this town than all of the rest of us combined. I bet he knows someone that can help you.”
That was a good idea, but Jet was gone more than he was home anymore, and when he was around he was usually wrapped up in Ayden. I didn’t envy them trying to juggle a new marriage and so much time apart, but they looked happy and it seemed to be working just fine for them.
“I’ll do that.” I turned to look at the door as a guy came out followed by Cora. Her hair was flipped up into a fancy curl at the front of her head today and she had on a short orange skirt. Her top was bright purple and she had on black combat boots that laced up to her knees. She smiled at me when she saw me leaning next to Rule and I caught the way the turquoise eye brightened just as the brown one darkened. She was like a kaleidoscope of color and emotion, and whenever I looked at her, I never knew what was going to be reflected back at me.
The guy leading the way out of the room looked at me then back at her as she took her seat back behind the desk.
“Remember, be careful with it. They take a long time to heal.”
He nodded and forked over an amount of money that was surprising and gave her one last look. She just smiled sweetly and looked up at me.
“You ready to go?”
I shrugged as she started to do the cash out for the end of the day.
“What part of that guy’s body did you just shove a needle through?”
She lifted her pale eyebrows at me, and I elbowed Rule in the side when he asked, “Do you really want to know the answer to that?”
I made a face. “Seriously?”
It was her turn to shrug. “Don’t knock it until you try it, big guy.”
The idea of having anything sharp and pointy down there made me break out in hives. No thank you, I would keep my junk metal-free. Not that I didn’t like her sweet little hoop that was attached to all my favorite parts of her, it was hot as hell, but I didn’t need a door knocker hanging from my dick.
“I’ll pass, thanks.”
She paused in her counting to smirk up at me, and I wanted to kiss it off her face. “That’s okay, little brother has enough down there for you and everybody else in the room.”
Rule burst into laughter and Rowdy chuckled, probably because the idea of Cora with her hands on anything in Rule’s pants made me scowl at both of them.
“I could have lived forever without knowing that.”
She laughed and got up to make her way around the desk. She threw her arm across my shoulders and kissed my temple where the end of my scar hooked down by my eye.
“Don’t worry, his was business, yours is all pleasure. Let’s get out of here.”
I followed her and the guys out so she could lock the door. The boys were gonna head to the Goal Line and grab a beer and some wings. I wanted to get Cora someplace alone and horizontal so I could make her forget she had ever been up close and personal with any part of my brother’s anatomy. She wanted to spend the night at her place even though mine was closer because she had breakfast plans with Shaw and Ayden in the morning, so I told her I would just meet her there after I went and picked up the truck. It was kind of an even trade-off because my place was closer to the shop and hers was closer to the bar. My place generally had less people in it, but I liked Ayden and Jet, and Asa was a character. Plus her bed was awesome, even if it was covered in pink.
Cora was in the kitchen when I walked in the front door. She was puttering around making something for dinner and talking on her cell phone. I didn’t want to interrupt, so I plopped down on the couch and looked up as Asa came into the room. The walking cast was off of his foot, but he was still moving pretty slowly.
I felt like a little kid getting scolded for getting his clothes dirty while out playing. I rubbed a hard hand across the back of my neck and looked down at the bar I still needed to strip and refinish.
“It’s more than just Remy and the secrets. It’s the way Mom treated Rule, it’s the way everyone just let Remy use Shaw. It’s the fact I don’t feel at all like the same guy I was when I left last time. I don’t know how to fit into this family anymore. I don’t know what role I’m supposed to be filling.”
I didn’t have the nerve or the right words to try to explain to him that I didn’t know how I would make it through having him and Mom look at me like they didn’t know who I was anymore. Disappointment I could handle, dismissal I could not, so instead I was hiding and avoiding it altogether.
He swore softly and reached out to clap me on the shoulder. “There is no fitting in. You’re our son, no matter what; that role is yours until the end of time. That’s what I finally had to get across to your mother about Rule and what we should have let Remy know before it was too late. We take you any way you come, Rome, even if it isn’t the same way you always were. The life you lived, son, that changes a man. I understand that and so does your mother.”
He cleared his throat and pushed the bar stool back so that he was standing next to me.
“Come to brunch on Sunday. Shaw said you’re seeing one of her girlfriends, bring her along. I work very hard every week to make sure your brother and that girl of his know how much I love them. We all owe Shaw more than we can ever repay as a family. She’s done more for both those boys than we can probably imagine. Come spend time with your family, Rome.”
He didn’t give me a chance to say “we’ll see” or “no thanks”; he just turned around and went back the way he came. Being an Archer was never exactly easy, but it was like a badge of honor to be one and survive it. I really wished I could just slide behind that bar and mix a drink, but I was doing a pretty solid job of staying sober and just beating back all the crazy stuff going on in my head with force of will alone. I didn’t want to mess that up just because I was being a sissy and couldn’t handle getting told off by my dad. It was hard to keep my head buried in the sand when he had single-handedly just annihilated all my misplaced fears about going home and facing them.
I asked Darcy for that sandwich finally and went to finish getting the pool table leveled. Brite was back by the time I was done and headed out. I told him about the guys from the Sons of Sorrow and he just snorted and told me the kid that attacked me was nothing but a young prick. He told me that I better watch my back, because getting a rocker stripped from a biker’s cut was apparently a really big deal and the scrawny guy was likely to be pissed as all hell that it was happening. It meant there was no way in hell he was ever going to be a member of any motorcycle club, at least not here in Denver, and likely anywhere else. I blew the warning off, figuring it was all said and done, and besides, I was used to watching my six anyway.
What wasn’t as easy to blow off was the conversation that he leveled at me after Darcy ratted me out about the awkward conversation she had witnessed between me and my dad. I was on my way out the door to get my little punk-rock pixie, but he followed me out to where the Harley was parked. I threw a leg over the bike and looked up at him.
“What’s up?”
He ran a hand down the length of his beard, a gesture I was getting used to. It typically meant he was going to say something to me that he really wanted me to hear.
“Your old man came by looking for you today?”
I nodded. “He found me.”
He crossed his thick arms over his burly chest and tilted his chin down at me.
“You know that Darce and I have a girl?”
I shook my head in the negative. Neither had ever mentioned a daughter to me.
“She’s younger than you. Just turned twenty and is a handful and a half. She didn’t take it well when her mom and I split. I can barely get her to spend five minutes alone in the same room with me before she’s at my throat about this or that.”
I picked the bike up off the stand and balanced the heavy weight between my legs.
“That sucks, but what does it have to do with me?”
“Nothing. I just know as a parent, we make mistakes. We aren’t perfect but that doesn’t mean we don’t love our kids. You’ve got a lot of stuff going on in your life right now, Rome. Don’t let the things and people that have always been there slip away.”
I just stared at him because I didn’t know what to say to that. I liked Brite a lot, looked up to him, was starting to really view him as a mentor, but I didn’t need him trying to fix every aspect of my life. I was going to turn the engine on and take off but he put a hand on my shoulder to stop me.
“I’ve got some stuff going on over the next few weeks, and I would appreciate it if you kept an eye on the bar and the guys while I’m in and out. I can pay you for it.”
“I don’t know anything about bartending, Brite.”
“I said keep an eye on it, not mix drinks. Darcy can tend bar, or you can find someone to help you out until the end of the month. Granted the tips aren’t anything to write home about right now, but you’re getting the place cleaned up real nice so that might change in the near future.”
“So what exactly do you want me to keep an eye on?”
“The crowd in the evening. The regulars. Make sure the guys aren’t going off the rails. Make sure everyone acts right and gets home safe. I appreciate all the work you’ve put into the place, and I figure you’re not in any hurry to see it all messed up. I’ll ask Darce to show you how I do the cash out at the end of the night and how to drop the deposit.”
“I guess I can manage all of that. Just for a couple weeks?”
I thought I saw him grin at me but with all that facial hair it was kind of hard to tell.
“For now. Don’t write your folks off forever, son. They need you just as much as you need them.”
I wondered if that was true. They used to need me to keep Rule in line and act as a buffer, then they needed me to hold it all together when everyone vanished into a cloud of grief. Now I didn’t really know how I fit into the fold other than as the troubled oldest son, and that was a big part of what made it so much easier for me to stay away.
I started the Harley and pulled out of the lot. It only took ten minutes to make it to Capitol Hill. I usually just left the bike or the truck at the apartment and walked to the shop since parking in the area sucked. Plus I refused to ride in that little neon clown car Cora drove, so we usually had to do some switching off on how we got from one house to another. I pushed open the door and walked up to the counter. She wasn’t behind it, which was unusual, but my brother was leaning against the desk talking to Rowdy.
“Hey.”
He tilted his chin up in greeting and motioned toward the closed door that was off to one side of the shop.
“She has a late client. She’s probably gonna be a few. You wanna go get something to eat when she’s done?”
“I ate at the bar. Speaking of which, do you know anyone that knows how to bartend that can help me out for a few days? Brite asked me to keep an eye on the place for the next few weeks and I don’t know a thing about bartending.”
“You know how to drink vodka like it’s water.”
I popped him in the shoulder. “I remember more than a few nights where Crown Royal made you its bitch, so let’s not point fingers.”
Rowdy chuckled and made his way over to join us. I really wanted to dislike the guy. I didn’t like that he was so familiar with Cora, that the two of them had such an easy camaraderie, but he made it hard. He was just an easygoing and totally affable guy. Plus his quirky sense of humor made him entertaining as hell to hang around.
“Talk to Jet. He knows more people in this town than all of the rest of us combined. I bet he knows someone that can help you.”
That was a good idea, but Jet was gone more than he was home anymore, and when he was around he was usually wrapped up in Ayden. I didn’t envy them trying to juggle a new marriage and so much time apart, but they looked happy and it seemed to be working just fine for them.
“I’ll do that.” I turned to look at the door as a guy came out followed by Cora. Her hair was flipped up into a fancy curl at the front of her head today and she had on a short orange skirt. Her top was bright purple and she had on black combat boots that laced up to her knees. She smiled at me when she saw me leaning next to Rule and I caught the way the turquoise eye brightened just as the brown one darkened. She was like a kaleidoscope of color and emotion, and whenever I looked at her, I never knew what was going to be reflected back at me.
The guy leading the way out of the room looked at me then back at her as she took her seat back behind the desk.
“Remember, be careful with it. They take a long time to heal.”
He nodded and forked over an amount of money that was surprising and gave her one last look. She just smiled sweetly and looked up at me.
“You ready to go?”
I shrugged as she started to do the cash out for the end of the day.
“What part of that guy’s body did you just shove a needle through?”
She lifted her pale eyebrows at me, and I elbowed Rule in the side when he asked, “Do you really want to know the answer to that?”
I made a face. “Seriously?”
It was her turn to shrug. “Don’t knock it until you try it, big guy.”
The idea of having anything sharp and pointy down there made me break out in hives. No thank you, I would keep my junk metal-free. Not that I didn’t like her sweet little hoop that was attached to all my favorite parts of her, it was hot as hell, but I didn’t need a door knocker hanging from my dick.
“I’ll pass, thanks.”
She paused in her counting to smirk up at me, and I wanted to kiss it off her face. “That’s okay, little brother has enough down there for you and everybody else in the room.”
Rule burst into laughter and Rowdy chuckled, probably because the idea of Cora with her hands on anything in Rule’s pants made me scowl at both of them.
“I could have lived forever without knowing that.”
She laughed and got up to make her way around the desk. She threw her arm across my shoulders and kissed my temple where the end of my scar hooked down by my eye.
“Don’t worry, his was business, yours is all pleasure. Let’s get out of here.”
I followed her and the guys out so she could lock the door. The boys were gonna head to the Goal Line and grab a beer and some wings. I wanted to get Cora someplace alone and horizontal so I could make her forget she had ever been up close and personal with any part of my brother’s anatomy. She wanted to spend the night at her place even though mine was closer because she had breakfast plans with Shaw and Ayden in the morning, so I told her I would just meet her there after I went and picked up the truck. It was kind of an even trade-off because my place was closer to the shop and hers was closer to the bar. My place generally had less people in it, but I liked Ayden and Jet, and Asa was a character. Plus her bed was awesome, even if it was covered in pink.
Cora was in the kitchen when I walked in the front door. She was puttering around making something for dinner and talking on her cell phone. I didn’t want to interrupt, so I plopped down on the couch and looked up as Asa came into the room. The walking cast was off of his foot, but he was still moving pretty slowly.
