When I reach my truck, I open the door and wait until he gets in with me.
“Name’s Mack,” he says as I start the truck.
“Holden,” I clip out.
“Okay, Holden. Why don’t you tell me a little more about you and what’s going on? If I’m going to help you, I need to know what we’re working with.”
“I never asked you to fucking help me. I was doing just fine on my own,” I yell, angry he thinks I need his help. Angry my father is dead. And angry that the man who killed him is still breathing, no matter if it’s only delayed a few minutes. Every minute he’s alive when my father is dead is too long.
“I know you didn’t, son, but what do you think killing that man is going to solve? I know he did you wrong and took your dad away from you, but what happens to you once he’s dealt with? How old are you? Are you still in school? Do you have a job or a place to go after? What if you get caught? These are the things you need to think about. These are the things I can help you with if you let me.”
My rage starts to simmer, but only enough for me to finally hear what he’s saying. Like my dad has done my whole life, Mack is just trying to look out for me—trying to make sure I think before I act.
I give him the only answer I can.
“My dad was my best friend, all I had left, and the only person who cared about me. We were going to move right after I graduated next month. He had just found out he won the lottery last night and everything was looking up for us. We were going to be okay. But now he’s gone and I have no one, so it doesn’t matter what happens to me. My father is dead and I have no one else and nowhere to go. That man took my father’s life. It’s only fair I get to take his.”
It’s probably not what he wanted to hear, but it is what it is.
Mack is quiet for a few minutes, thinking about what I said, before he finally speaks. “I know the pain and rage you are feeling, son, but you have to let it go. If you let it, it will eat you alive. When I saw you in that bar, it was like I was looking into the eyes of Lucifer himself. This isn’t the road I want you to take—killing a man changes you. But I also understand the feeling of being wronged and having something so priceless taken away from you.” He pauses again, making sure I’m listening. “I’ll make you a deal. You say you only have a month left of school and I’m here on club business for another month. You finish your schooling, because I have a feeling that’s what your father would have wanted. I’ll hold the fucker that killed your dad, keep him alive until after you graduate. Then, you can decide if this is the road you want to take. But regardless of what you decide to do with him, I want you to consider something else. My brothers and I are from California and a part of a club—a family, if you will. I want you to consider coming back with us when this is all said and done. You don’t have to join our club if you don’t want to, though I noticed that you have a nice-looking bike back there. You can still have people in your life that care about you, son—we can be that for you. So think about coming back with me and joining our brotherhood, but for right now, what do you say about waiting to make any life-altering decisions until after you graduate? Okay?”
Everything Mack said was right on. My father would want me to finish school first. And even though I want to end this right here, right now, I know that this is the best thing to do. Having someone talk to me the way Mack just did, like he cares about what happens to me and is trying to help me, I know I’d be stupid to walk away from that. I don’t know if I’ll take him up on following them back to California or joining their motorcycle club, but I do know that it’d be nice to be a part of something bigger than myself. Or just to be a part of anything again.
Looking at him, I hold out my hand to him to shake. “You have a deal, though I
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