I clench my teeth together and follow my stepbrother, pretending nothing bothers me in the slightest. Just another random day in my life.Except it isn't, and I've just walked into the one place I vowed to never visit.It might not have been my smartest idea.Shit.As soon as the door closes, he turns on me. Too late to pretend I'm sleep walking at this point. "What the hell are you doing here? You know it's important to keep our distance."There isn't time for Dom to give me another lecture on how I should behave in Pelican Bay. "I know."He stomps to the section behind his desk and takes a heavy seat in his chair. "I gave you the cell phone to call me if you need something."Ohhhhh, right, the cell phone. In my haste to get out of the house, I forgot.Oops."You don't know what you've done by coming here. There are eyes everywhere in this town, Har."He looks to the outside, his large window at the front of his office with a view out over the sidewalk and street.
I don't want to go right home after leaving my brother's, but when you live in Pelican Bay, there aren't many options to help take your mind off an unpleasant situation. Therefore, I do the first thing I think of that sounds helpful.Drive around aimlessly.Eventually my pensive car ride turns into a supply run after a quick stop at the bakery for a few cupcakes to get me through the weekend. Then a healthy jaunt over to the diner to grab a turkey sandwich for myself and a four-pack of chicken nuggets for Rocky.I've never gone over the speed limit on my street, but on the way home, knowing there could be a stalker, murderer, or psycho out there lurking and waiting for me has my foot on the gas pedal.My eyes dart out the car window looking one way and the other to see if anyone is lurking in the bushes as I speed through the quiet street.I slow when my home comes into view and then come to a screeching halt when the driveway in front of my small detached garage is blocked b
My mouth opens, ready to argue it does not involve my brother in drugs, but I catch myself in time. Sadly, not in time to close my mouth before giving myself away. My brother is many things, but after watching his best friend OD at sixteen, he's not a drug runner or seller or pusher or anything like that. In fact, he promised me after being banished to Pelican Bay and the lackluster club, he would work on turning it around to a more legitimate business. There's a very thin line most clubs can walk where they maintain the reputation but can use their services for good.Okay, I'm not kidding anyone here. It's not good like most people consider. They're not donating teddy bears to the local hospital, but they're not out murdering people. Not all of them. Dominick promised this club was now on the up and up. It's one of the top reasons I agreed to move here. There's no reason someone needs to monitor their activities."Harley?" Elliot asks, breaking me out of my thought pattern. "Why w
"You ordered your dog chicken nuggets from the Chinese place?" Stella asks, staring at me with many more questions in her eyes as I dish up Rocky's Chinese takeout order on his little plate."It's from the kid's menu." He can't handle an adult portion and since I don't have actual kids, I feel Rocky fits the description. They're regular chicken nuggets. It's no worse than buying him a four piece from a fast-food joint, and it makes him feel special. Everyone — even dogs — deserves treats.Stella shoves a piece of beef in her mouth right from her container and takes a spot on my couch as I finish loading my plate with noodles and then vegetables layered on top.There were four crab rangoons left in the middle plate on my kitchen island and I grabbed two while eyeing the leftovers. "How many rangoons have you had? Are these mine?" I can't remember if we ordered a six or an eight piece when Stella video chatted me earlier in the day and made dinner plans.Crap. My interrogation wi
The little Yorkie takes off into the house with his envelope, and the mailman rings the doorbell again. I check out my peephole and spot him and his blue uniform holding a giant box. Then I step back freaking out over what to do. If I was home alone, I'd let him ring the bell all night until he left the box on the porch, but Stella looks at me like I've gone crazy for not answering it. She gives me one last quick glance and then sets her plate on the end table and goes in search of Rocky, leaving me alone.I don't want to explain why I'm scared to open the door, so as she searches my small home for my disobedient dog, I gather my strength and open it. No point in both of us being murdered."Hey, Ray," I say with a bright fake smile.Except it's not Ray, my usual mail guy, but a younger man I've never seen. "I'm sorry. You're not Ray."He smiles, not looking upset. "No, post office is changing policy and now houses with boxes go last. I'm running behind today, but this box is fo
The autumn sun heats the air around me and I pull on my shirt trying to fan cooler air underneath it. No one tells you this part of the coast can be as hot in August as it is earlier in the summer. Locals warned me that after Labor Day the temperature will drop, but I haven't seen that yet even though we're a few weeks away from the holiday many people mark as the start of fall."Dom, it's just a walk," I argue with my brother on the private cell phone as I get closer to the bait shop and the beach line of Pelican Bay."It's not safe for you right now, Harley."He doesn't need to argue this point considering he's told me a hundred times. But I figure whoever sent me the mysterious photo knows my address, so a random unplanned walk to the shore might be safer than sitting at home waiting for whatever happens next.There can't be anyone who knows I woke up this morning and wanted to take a quick trip. I'm not what you'd consider the fishing type."Dom, I'm going to the bait sho
A map of Pelican Bay hangs on a large piece of corkboard, taking up one wall in what Dom affectionally refers to as his war room. Six of Dom's most trusted brothers sit around the table in leather chairs. I climbed off his bike not more than ten minutes ago and he marched off, dragging me behind him with only a brief explanation of visiting the war room. I can say it's not what I expected.In my mind there was more... leather... blood... ladies' underwear.I didn't spend many hours at the club in Colorado where Dom's father led his crew, but I do not remember a war room.A few colored photographs of various men I've never seen before are tacked to the edges of the map, and the only thing missing to make it a prop straight from a true crime documentary is short red thread connecting the pictures to various locations in Pelican Bay. To compensate someone numbered each picture and then in thick black permanent ink marked a space on the map to coordinate.As I watch my brother stal
He lifts his mask just above his mouth. "No, I'm Bennett." There's stubble on his chin, but before I get a better look, he drops the mask again."Listen," I try to get his attention by grabbing onto his arm and widening my eyes so he understands the importance of what I want to say. "Where is Elliot? I have to tell him something."I've been so concerned with keeping my secret I left out the most important part to my story. It was stupid to believe I could keep it hidden and tell Elliot at a better time, but it's obvious now I've waited too long. If my secrets get anyone injured today, I'll never forgive myself.It's my fault these two groups of men have come together in what can only be described now as a rescue for a woman who doesn't need a rescue.Shit.Balls.Fuck.Now I'm in a mess. As if getting weird mail and seeing a man get shot wasn't enough, now I have to work myself out of this shit. Shit of my own creation. Why did I lie?Just like the men before, he doesn'