Order (Tattoos and Ties Duet #2)(39)

For some reason, he highly doubted that. At best, he saw himself the ridiculed wallflower of the club—ridiculed by his father and an introvert of his own choosing—only paid attention to when they needed his monthly cut of the profits or his brute force or merely another body to increase their sheer numbers when they needed to intimidate…

Wait. Whoa. Okay. Wait. No. He needed to stop that line of thinking. That was Alec’s fairness and sense of justice coming out in him. Keyes didn’t think that way about the club or his brothers. His brothers were his family. They had tight bonds between them. Whatever happened, Keyes knew his place was with his brothers.

“Yeah, I’m good. Spendin’ time waitin’ this shit out.” His hands went to his hips as he met Fox’s eyes, refusing to look away as he asked, “Am I shirkin’ my responsibility?”

“Not at all, brother. We’re just makin’ sure you’re good,” Mack answered instead, his voice deep and gravelly, but filled with concern.

“Got busy as fuck,” he replied, gesturing with an awkward half body turn toward the full parking lot.

“Son, we’re here for another reason too.”

Keyes’s gut twisted at the use of the word son and the hands at his waist closed to fists.

“Your old man’s gone into hospice. He’s moved back to his place. Got some prospects over there, and they cleaned up that shithole,” Fox said, eyes still on him, likely gauging his reaction as he spoke. “He’s been there a little over a week, but he’s goin’ down fast. They’re sayin’ it won’t be long now. They’re tryin’ to keep him comfortable.”

“He ain’t been comfortable in months,” Mack added and sent another loogie barreling toward the ground in his obvious disgust. Keyes just wasn’t sure what made Mack so upset, his old man’s pain level, the cancer, or just the whole experience. He chose the last one. Mack and his father had been best friends for well over thirty years. It had to be painful to watch his friend’s deterioration, and Keyes cut his gaze back to Fox.

“Dev was supposed to keep you updated, but he told me today he hasn’t said shit. He says you don’t wanna know. But, Keyes, if you’re gonna say goodbye, it’s probably gettin’ time,” Fox said, his head cocked, his gaze staying trained on Keyes, and he used Keyes’s whole name.

“How long do you suppose he’s got?” he finally asked. His buddy had hit the nail on the head. Keyes was completely devoid of emotion in this situation. There was nothing there—no pain, no hate, just nothing at all.

“Don’t know, but not much longer. This weekend we’re havin’ a fundraiser barbecue for your old man and a thank-fuck-its-over-with-the-feds celebration Saturday night. Come. If he somehow manages to show…” Fox just stopped and shook his head. “Nah, he can’t get there. He’s in too bad of shape…”

“Yeah, he’s frail as fuck,” Mack interrupted. “They got him all doped up.”

“Dev’s bringin’ his new lady. Bring anybody you got,” Fox suggested maybe as an afterthought, talking over Mack’s continued grumbling over the feeble condition of his father.

The way the two men acted like legit blood brothers, interrupting each other and talking over the other didn’t go unnoticed, or the abrupt silence Mack gave after Fox’s chosen words that he should bring someone—words that had never been uttered aloud before. It seemed almost an olive branch of sorts, maybe hints to what the club might be like once his old man was no longer around. The invitation did its job. It settled some of the divide and discord building inside him against his brothers.

The idea he’d bring a man he was seeing to a club party… Mack’s freaked stare showed his brothers still weren’t ready for those lines to be crossed. Keyes furrowed his brow. And not just any man, but the actual man he was seeing—Alec—to a club-sponsored event… His thoughts shifted again—Alec Pierce at one of the club’s filthy, trashy parties. Yeah, at that mental image a grin broke across his face and the bubble of laughter rumbled from his throat.

“Yeah.” Keyes just shook his head, kicking at the dirt at his feet. “No, can you imagine my old man seein’ me like that?”

“I got him,” Mack said confidently. He looked up to see his brother’s chest swell in a kickass fashion, but Keyes just shook his head. That was one thing the club didn’t have, any control over his father’s hateful mouth.

“Ain’t worth the effort. Don’t have anyone anyway.” That bald-faced lie slid off his tongue easily, but his club prez didn’t look like he bought one single word. “Besides, Dev would get drunk, kickin’ everybody’s ass for sayin’ anything.” Keyes just shook his head and left the grin on his face, pretending he was okay with it all when his world and his allegiance were shifting in ways he didn’t yet fully understand or want to look at too closely. “But I’ll be there.”

Fox gave in with a nod and reached out to pat then grip his shoulder in a comforting squeeze before turning around, silently motioning his head toward Mack to get ready to ride out.

“Have I missed shit?”

“Nah, but we’re expectin’ the same response from the city that we got from the feds,” Fox said, mounting his bike.