Rock Hard by Hamel B. B

Author:Hamel, B. B. [Hamel, B. B.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2015-09-18T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen: Reid

I hated the look in her eyes as she left the kitchen. That look haunted me as I finished off my beer and found where I had dropped my pack.

I didn’t want to tell Becca, but the weight of the lie was too much. I could have kept lying to my mom and Jack, but Becca deserved better. At least I wanted to give Becca better.

They always say that the truth will set you free, but in my case the truth only seemed to make things worse. Still, if she was going to be mine, it had to be for real. I couldn’t trick her into wanting me by lying about who I was and what I did to make money.

I pulled open my pack and dug down toward the bottom. The gun’s grip felt good in my hand as I pulled it out of the pack and hefted its weight. Cora had given it to me for my sixteenth birthday, back when I had started hiking for real. It was an old .38 caliber handgun, something my dad apparently used to carry around for protection from bears. I always kept it handy when I did my Canadian hikes, though I had never had to pull it out of the pack. Besides, it was shoved down at the bottom so deep that by the time I dug it out it would be too late.

I slipped the gun into my waistband and pushed out the front door. Anger and disappointment were warring for control of my emotions, but I couldn’t let myself give in to either.

There was only one option. I wanted Becca, wanted her more than I’d ever wanted something before, but I had to get out. I had no other choice.

I started the truck and drove. My mind wandered over the events of the last few days, and although I should have been absolutely exhausted, for some reason I felt awake and wired. My mind was buzzing as I headed north, away from town, with no real destination in mind. I just wanted to drive, to be moving, and to be away from Becca. I couldn’t stand staying in that house while that look still lingered in the air.

As I made a left onto a dirt road, it suddenly dawned on me where I was headed. Almost as if on autopilot, I was only about a half mile from the shitty trailer Thom called home. He was my direct link to the mob, though he was about as low level as it got. At first, I thought he had been some big shot, but as time went on it became clear that he was only involved because the Canadians needed an American dumb enough to be their fall guy in case anything went wrong on our side.

Unfortunately for Thom, he was the perfect fall guy. Trusting and stupid and loyal to a fault, he’d be willing to jump on a grenade for the mobsters, even if they continually overlooked him for promotions within their organization.

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