Too Strong: Chapter 25
Too Strong: Hayes Brothers Book 4
âITâS ODD,â Mia says, glancing out the kitchen window. âRose is never late.â She turns, watching me dial Vivienneâs number for the tenth time.
Itâs almost quarter past five. Roseâs piano lessons start at five, but theyâre not here yet. Veeâs cell is switched off, the voice mail driving me fucking insane.
âHave you tried calling Rose?â I ask, flinging my phone aside. âI donât have her number.â
âYes. No answer. Itâs switched off.â She looks out the window again like she might summon them if she stares long enough. âTheyâd call if they knew they were running late.â
âYouâre sure Rose didnât mention taking a break over the holidays?â Nico asks, foraging through the fridge for something to eat.
âIâm sure.â
âVee mentioned telling her dad about me,â I say, verbalizing my thoughts. âHeâs not a fan of the Hayes.â
Nico turns to face me, a bottle of water in hand, as he spits out one short, harsh word, â
?â
âHe doesnât like our dad. Says he only cares about people with money in this town.â
âThatâs fucking bullshit.â
âYeah, tell me about it. Vee thought maybe they fell out back in school or something, which would make more sense.â I run my hand down my face. âIf she told him last night, maybe he didnât take the news well.â
âAnd did what? Grounded her? Sheâs a grown woman, Conor. You canât ground an adult.â
âWell, her dad seems to think that while she lives under his roof, he has the right to dictate her life, so maybe he did. Maybe he took her phone, too.â
I grab my cell, trying her again, and when I hear the machine, thatâs fucking it. âIâm gonna go there.â I jump to my feet, pulling my keys from my back pocket. âI need to know sheâs okay.â
Nico nods, gulping down half the bottle before he says, âYouâre not going alone.â
Now itâs my turn for that one harsh word. â
?â
âIf he grounded Vivienne for seeing you, heâs not your fan, Conor. You donât know the guy. You donât know what heâll do, so either Cody and Colt go with you, or I do.â
âYouâre overreacting,â I say, pushing Cody back down when he starts getting up. âI donât need a warden.â
Nico sets the bottle aside, pulling Mia into his side to kiss her head. âCall us if the girls show up.â
âFine,â I snap, knowing damn well I wonât win this argument. âFucking .â It takes little effort to piss Nico off, and he looks ready to snap someoneâs neck, so heâs not the one I want trailing behind me. âIâll take Cody and Colt. Better you donât start growling at the guy. Wonât win me any points.â
âSmart choice,â he agrees.
âOkay, letâs go,â Colt says, fisting his keys. âIâm driving.â
âOf course you are,â Cody mumbles, pushing past him to get outside and shotgun the passenger seat.
âYou know where she lives?â he asks as we exit the house, jogging down the concrete steps.
âYeah, Bayside Trailer Park.â
He slowly runs his hand down his face, demonstrating that he currently thinks Iâm dumb. âThat much I know. Iâm asking if you know which trailer.â He bangs the door, getting behind the wheel. âYouâve never dropped her home, have you?â
I shrug, buckling my seatbelt when he kicks the pedal to the floor, almost fucking drifting onto the main road. Heâs been disappearing late into the night lately, his destination a secret from everyone, including Cody and me.
At first, we thought he was seeing someone and didnât want to share the news, but Cody followed him last weekend when I was busy with Vee. Turns out heâs entering illegal street races just outside of town. Weâve not confronted him about it yet, deciding to wait until after Christmas, but right now, itâll help get my mind off things.
âIâll ask someone,â I say. âNow tell me why the fuck youâre racing and keeping it a secret.â
His foot falters on the pedal before his grip on the steering wheel tightens so hard that his knuckles whiten. âWho told you?â
âI followed you last weekend,â Cody admits, pleased with himself. âYou thought you could keep things from us?â
âI hoped I could have a life and not share every tiny detail with you two.â
âYeah⦠no. Wonât happen. Go on, spill. Whatâs the deal? If Shawn finds out, heâll rain fire on your ass.â
âHe wonât find out. That circleâs been running for three years.â
âWhy did you join?â I ask.
He shrugs, taking a left turn. âI needed something to unwind. Managing Nicoâs businesses isnât a walk in the park. Itâs exhausting. Donât get me wrong, I enjoy the job, but the pressure gets too much, and fucking random girls doesnât take the edge off.â
âMaybe you should fuck the girl? Seems to work for Nico. Heâs doing better since Mia.â
âIf I ever find the right one, Iâll stop racing. Until then, Iâll keep at it. Promise not to blab, and Iâll take you with me one weekend. We do offroad once a month, so you can ride at the back.â
âYou offroad in this?â Cody scoffs, glancing around, looking for a concealed safety cage.
âNo. I bought something else.â He turns left, and a big sign on the roadside tells me weâre here.
The car jolts along the dirt road, stirring up a thick cloud of dust. Iâve seen pictures of this place online, but they mustâve been taken years ago when the trailer park was first built.
Every time I dropped Vee off, I didnât get near enough to see the trailers. She made me stop on the main road, the park hidden from view by thick bushes and trees. Now, thereâs nothing obscuring the view.
The trailers loom like rows of decaying teeth, each one in worse shape than the last. Used-to-be white fences around the porches are either missing or rotted. The metal roofs sag under the weight of trash and time. Windows are opaque with grime, and the paint peels away in flakes, exposing brown-speckled metal underneath.
A big Rottweiler barks outside a trailer, and I no longer need to ask where Vee lives. She told me about the dog and how he wakes her up in the dead of night, barking at a cat or gust of wind.
I look over to where my girlfriend lives, where she spent every day since she was a little girl, my imagination picturing her playing with neighbor kids.
Despite the happy images my mind creates, this place gives off a vibe of abandonment. A place where dreams go to die.
âPark here,â I tell Colt, pointing ahead. âAnd wait in the car.â
They both nod but unbuckle their seatbelts. The airâs thick with a musky scent, a mix of damp earth, rotting leaves, and dirt. The rickety steps up to the door creak under my weight, but I donât get to knock before the door flies open, and Iâm staring into the barrel of a hunting rifle.
It takes my brothers a second to exit the car, the door slamming shut, but I donât dare look over my shoulder. Thereâs a gun pointed at my head, so stopping my brothers making this worse is the least of my problems.
I doubt this can get any fucking worse.
âLeave,â Veeâs father spits. âYouâre trespassing.â
âIâm looking for Vivienne.â Surprisingly my voice sounds steady as I look past the barrel, shepherding the twinge of fear resonating through me. âIs she home?â
âWhich part of donât you understand, kid? You have ten seconds to get off my property.â
âDad!â Rose cries in the background. A second later, she comes into view, her horrified eyes swinging between the gun and me. âWhatâs wrong with you?! Put it down!â
âGet back in your room! Now!â He cocks the gun, aiming between my eyes.
The conviction in his gaze could rival Nicoâs.
I know he wonât fucking shoot me, but he sure knows how to make an impression.
Although⦠who knows, maybe he will shoot me.
Shawn told us plenty more fucked-up stories, so I shouldnât underestimate my future father-in-law.
A hell of a way to meet the guy, thatâs for sure.
âStop aiming at him!â Rose yelps, fixing her fear-ridden eyes on me. âJust go, Conor. Please, just go. Sheâs not here. I donât know whereââ Sheâs cut off by Derek, who shoves her back, then slams the door in my face.
âHeâs nuts,â Cody says when I turn around and head back toward the car. âGood thing Nico isnât here. Heâd fucking break him in half if he saw him pointing a gun at you.â
Better he never finds out.