Chapter 27 Robin
Robin
I white-knuckle the steering wheel of my seventeen-year-old Jeep.
I watch that bitch get out of her custom car.
BB probably bought her that vehicle with money he should pay me.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m in my brother’s clunker so that BB or someone from the club don’t recognize me easily.
Still, I deserve to drive something flashy like this bitch has.
I mean, I have a decent car, but I tried to get the asshole to get me a new one this year.
I thought once Ty convinced him he wanted to spend time with me again, I could make him relent.
I tried to tell him that a new SUV would allow me to take Ty to his games and carry equipment for the team.
Before I could get him to cave this bitch moved into the picture.
I swear, BB has never given me the respect that I deserve.
I was supposed to be his old lady—the mother of his child, but from day one he’s treated me like nothing but a whore.
My hand goes up to brush the scarf I’m wearing to hide the horrible bruises on my neck.
That bastard Allen is completely unhinged.
He sent me here today to try and con that bitch BB is sleeping with into letting me meet with her and my son to say goodbye to him.
He said my excuse could be that I was moving away to start over and make better decisions.
It was a stupid plan, but I agreed. After last night, I know I can’t challenge him.
I need to find a way to get free of him at this point.
Right now, he’s distracting the men who have been tailing her so that I can try to talk to the woman.
The bastard thinks he has everything planned out.
What he doesn’t realize is that I’m nobody’s dog to order around.
He almost killed me two nights ago. I’m not giving him the chance to finish the job.
I’ll let him think that I tried, and that Beau refused—which anyone with a brain would know she would.
Allen is convinced that she’s some kind of stupid angel who would allow Ty to say goodbye to his mother.
I know better.
Still, the bitch who just strutted into my son’s school is the reason I’m in this mess.
If she wasn’t in the picture, BB would have caved just like he always does.
Now, I’m going to have to leave. I conned Allen into thinking they were getting ready to cut my electric off and he tossed me four hundred dollars like it was chump change—with the promise that if I didn’t deliver results today, he’d make me pay tonight.
He’s a fucking lunatic. I collected the rent that was owed on the rental unit BB purchased for me.
Gave my brother my keys but told him to lay low for a week or so, and I’m leaving.
Right after I serve a certain bitch with some karma.
I watch her disappear inside and I get out.
I make it over to Beau’s car and kneel down the side that’s not facing the front door of the school.
I know I don’t have much time. Allen might think he can keep the men tailing Beau occupied, but I know better.
I have very limited time to do this. It doesn’t take me long.
Dating BB for as long as I did, taught me a lot about working on vehicles.
I watched him and let him teach me shit, because he liked it.
I pretended to be the perfect old lady, because I knew the kind of money involved but seriously, how he thought a woman would like to work on cars, when all that dirt and grease is involved, is beyond me.
Of course, now he has paint can Barbie on his side, so who knows.
I take out the tool from my purse that I had my brother pick up.
I don’t know what it’s called, I just know that once I get to where the brake lines hook up, I can twist it a few times and loosen them up—or in my case, disconnect them completely.
That is if they aren’t stuck on. I watched BB have to heat one up and pry it loose before.
I’m hoping since this bitch seems to live in a garage and shit, that she keeps her cars in good condition.
It takes a bit to get the wrench thingy where I need it.
Then, I do have to put some muscle behind it, but I manage to disconnect the line from the fitting.
The thrill of victory hits me. Then I slide the tool into my pocket and pull out the tiny pocketknife I have.
I jab it quickly in between the thicker tread areas.
Just in case she gets out of the mess with the brakes, a flat tire at high speed will do the trick, too.
I have a small second of remorse because I know the bitch will be going down a pretty steep mountain where there are no guardrails.
That means Ty will most likely die with her.
Or, heck, maybe they’ll both just be hurt really bad.
It’s not my say in what happens. I’m just giving karma a leg up to deal with that trifling whore who thought she could push me out of my son’s life and take over a role that was always supposed to be mine.
I know what BB said, but if I had more time to work the angle that Ty wanted me back in his life and wanted his parents together, BB would have given in.
He always does if he thinks it’s what Ty wants.
That’s why this bitch has to pay for what she’s done. She ruined everything.
I quietly make it back to my car, start it up, and then make my plan to get the hell out of Dodge. I have to leave before Allen knows what I’ve done. I dial his number, my heartbeat thundering in my ear.
“Yeah?”
“She gave in immediately, just like you said. She said she’d meet me tomorrow afternoon at the KFC,” I lie.
I know he’ll find out the truth tonight or tomorrow, depending on how pissed he gets when I don’t show.
Still, I need every minute I can get to stay in front of the asshole.
If he catches me, I’ll be praying for death. I can’t allow that to happen.
“Good. I told you. Beau has a huge heart. She’s not wired like the two of us. Now, when will you get your ass over here?”
“It will be late. My brother needs me to help him move into his new place. He lost his license and I’m the only one he knows with a vehicle,” I lie praying he’ll tell me to forget it.
“Do I seem like the kind of man who gives a fuck what your brother wants?”
“I can still come over. It will just be a little later,” I whine, scared I’m not going to have any time to get away from this psycho.
“Have your ass at my place by eight tonight. If you’re not here, I’ll come find you, Robin, and you won’t like what happens. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal,” I murmur, doing the math in my head. It’s three now. I’ll have five hours, six at the most before he starts tracking me down. Hopefully, I’ll be long gone before then and he’ll find out that Beau had an accident and be more worried about that cow than where I am.
He hangs up without saying goodbye and I put my phone down on the passenger seat with trembling hands.
There’s no turning back now. I’m heading to Vegas and I’m not looking back.
My friend Derek lives there. I met him online.
He works security at a casino there. I’m pretty sure he can get me a job there.
I may have to keep him happy so that I have a place to live for a few weeks—just until I find something better, but I’ll deal.
Derek was always after me to move there, but honestly, he’s disgusting to look at.
He has kinky curly orange hair that falls down to his shoulders.
There’s a bald spot on the back of his head and he’s about three hundred pounds with a knife scar that runs down the side of his face.
If that wasn’t enough of a turn off, his teeth look like they’ve never been cleaned.
Maybe I can convince him that letting me brush his teeth for him is a new form of foreplay.
Shit, this is all that fucking Beau’s fault.
I hope she dies. She deserves it. As for me?
I’m done with Kentucky. Maybe I’ll find better luck in Vegas.
BB, Allen, and that bitch can all three kiss my ass.