Steel My Soul (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Sons of Steel Motorcycle Club Book 4) (12 page)

Gabriela

I walked stiffly out of the front door, my shoulders back, my head held high.
No deja que los hijos de puta te agobien, Son of a bitch was getting me fucking down. Stop it.
One foot in front of the other
until I reached the end of the walkway and stood on the sidewalk. It was then that I realized that we had come here on Crash's bike and I had no way of getting home.

That was when the tears came.

I could still feel him inside of me. My lips were still swollen, my cheeks still pleasantly burned from the rasp of his stubble. To have gone from that to having the door shut on me?

Ada sounded harried on the phone, but when did she not? The minute she heard the tears in my voice, her big sister protective instinct kicked in. "I'll be there, just give me ten minutes, gotta get Sammy into the car seat."

I thanked her, sniffled slightly, and hung up the phone. Why was I crying? I never fucking cried.

The image of Crash shaking on the floor, his limbs unnaturally stiff
, like he was being moved by an invisible puppeteer,
flashed in front of my eyes and the tears spilled again.

I hadn't known how to help him. I hadn't even known that he needed help until it was almost over. My brain was locked in shock, and I just stood by  ineffectually while the man I had just slept with, the man who occupied most of my thoughts, sweated and gritted his teeth in the throes of something I didn't understand.

I knew he had amnesia, I knew he had a limp, I knew that the scarring was there. But I had no idea about the seizures.

He never told me.

Ada's lime green sedan appeared at the end of the street and I hurried towards it. She pulled over to the side and I could hear Sammy's squawks of protest from outside of the car. Good. I silently thanked my little nephew for the tantrum that would keep her from asking me too many uncomfortable questions that I didn't know the answers to. Too many questions I didn't even know enough to ask myself.

I opened the passenger door and was nearly knocked backward by the full force of Sammy's tantrum. The skin around Ada's eyes looks too tight, like she had downed too many cups of coffee to get through the day. I hope she wouldn't mind making one more for me.

We drove back to her apartment in silence, her instinctively knowing that I didn't want to go home and be alone. It wasn't exactly silence, but Sammy's cries were loud enough to drown out the clamor in my head, at least for a while.

What was I doing? He was too much. He was too difficult, too prickly, too damaged for me to be able to love properly and yet…

A piercing scream from behind me invaded that thought. Sammy kicked his chubby legs against the back of my seat and Ada reached back and tried to swat him back into place. "
Dios mio,
child, I have no idea why you're so upset. Please, Mama's begging you, tell me what the hell you want?"

Sammy took a deep breath and for a moment I foolishly expected him to clearly articulate what it was that was bothering him. Then he let out an indignant shriek and kicked my seat with both legs at once.

Ada swore softly and yanked the steering wheel into the parking lot of her complex. She threw the car into park and wrenched the door open, rushing back to his car seat and hustling him inside. I followed out of habit.

Peace reigned the minute I walked in the door. Some brightly colored cartoon characters were dancing on the television set, and Sammy watched with rapt attention, all his protests forgotten as he calmly sipped from his sippy cup. Ada turned to me with a shell-shocked look on her face. "So…. Hey."

I sagged into one of her beat up easy chairs. "Hey. Thanks for getting me."

"Of course. Want something to drink?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to will the image of Crash on the floor out of my head. "Coffee? Tea? Something caffeinated that will help me think clearly?"

Ada laughed shortly. "If I had something like that I would have drunk it all already."

I shook my head. "Water then."

She headed into the kitchen and let out a shriek of surprise. "Oh hell, look at that! I do have coffee, sorry. And it's a full pot, too!"

I laughed. "You forgot?"

"I forget everything, all the time," she answered and I heard the door of the microwave slam shut as she reheated what must have been a stone cold cup of coffee.

That reminded me of something Crash had said and I was suddenly, morbidly curious. "Hey," I called into the kitchen, "can I ask you something?"

Ada reappeared in the doorway with two steaming mugs. Her hands shook slightly and I wondered if she should really be drinking more caffeine. "What's that?" she asked, handing the cup to me.

I took a sip. It wasn't Starbucks, but it would get the job done. Clear the fog from my brain. I hoped. I was about to ask the my question when she sank down in a chair, looking so defeated that it felt selfish to worry about my own problems. "You okay?"

She pinched the bridge of her nose, a gesture I recognized in myself. We looked alike, my sister and me, though you wouldn't see it unless you saw us stand next to each other. That's when the similarities were really evident. Ada's skin was slightly lighter than mine, more olive than tan. She used to wear extensions, but gave it up when Sammy wouldn't stop tugging on them, and now wore her curly hair in close-cropped locks against her forehead. I felt like it made her look older. She was still struggling to lose her pregnancy weight three years later and I knew it bothered her. Before Sammy she had been a tiny little slip of a thing, a fact that seemed to deeply offend our mother who was always trying to get her to eat more. Now the opposite was true. We shared the same wide nose, the same full lips, the same shaped face that tended towards roundness especially during certain times of the month. I knew she envied my height even though I only had about three inches on her, but I envied her skin color, so it was a trade-off.

Ada took another sip of her coffee, then looked down into the cup. "I think this is like, my fifth one today," she mused. "But nothing is touching the tiredness. It's just giving me a headache.

"You seem more tired than normal," I observed.

She laughed. "Normal, yeah I guess I am tired normally, aren't I? You're right, this isn't normal tired, this is I-was-up-all-night-fighting-with-my-husband tired."

I sat back heavily in my chair. "You guys okay?" I couldn't picture her and Manuel fighting. They were such a solid pairing, such partners in everything they did. It was like they were made in a matched pair in heaven, one female version, one male version.

"If you asked him, I'm sure he'd say yes," she said tightly. "Manny doesn't have the first idea why I'd be upset."

"Why are you upset?"

She exhaled heavily. "Don't you ever tell him I said this," she admonished me and I nodded in agreement, sisterly lips sealed. "But there isn't actually a concrete
reason
. There's just a feeling like something isn't right. I've been with him long enough to know that being in love goes in cycles and I guess right now I'm in the point where I don't love him." She dropped her voice slightly, keeping an eye on Sammy who was still riveted by the television. "I don't really even like him that much," she whispered. "He's just…there."

"Oh." I didn't know what to say.

"And the worst part?" she said tightly. "Is so am I. I'm just…here. Every day is the same, nothing happens. He comes home from work and we do the same things we say the same things, we go to bed at the exact same time and wake up at the exact same time to do it all over again. And it's just so damn…boring."

I sipped my coffee and considered. The image of Crash shaking on the floor flickered back in front of me again, and I must have made some sound, because Ada suddenly straightened up, tucking her legs up under her and curling back into the chair, looking exactly like how she used to look as a small girl. "So that's it. Married life is boring, right?" she sighed. "That's how it's supposed to be, right?"

I shook my head slowly. "Not if you ask Mama and Papi."

"Hah, I know. Even if their routine is boring, they make it full of drama just by virtue of being them, huh?"

"I don't think they'd have it any other way," I mused.

She sighed. "No," she said wistfully. "And that's why they're going to last forever. Relationships need passion; they need really deep feelings to take you through the parts where things aren't quite so exciting. I'm just, I'm not really sure Manny and I have that." She looked away, out the window into the parking lot below, and I saw the flush creep up her cheeks. She was embarrassed.

"Do you want to talk about something else?" I asked gently.

She exhaled a sigh of relief. "Yes, please, anything," she answered.

I opened my mouth and asked the question before my pride could pull me back from it. "What do you remember about Ben Nelson?"

Ada looked at me and her brow knitted together. I could tell she wanted me to elaborate, but I just stared at her implacably.

"Okay, fine, be all random and mysterious like that," she finally relented. Then she leaned back in her chair. "Ben Nelson, the accident guy, right?"

I bristled slightly.
The accident guy
, that's how everyone knew him, and it seemed like it was the only way he knew himself too.  He even freaking named himself after it, for some reason. It pissed me off that he believed that was the only thing that mattered about him, and it pissed me off harder that everyone else seemed to agree.

"From high school, yeah."

She giggled slightly. "I had the biggest crush on him," she sighed.

I sat up straighter. "I didn't know that."

She looked up and laughed a faraway look in her eyes. "Oh, it wasn't really anything, I never expected he and I to go riding off into the sunset together or  anything." I blushed, remembering how we had ridden to the reservoir only hours ago. We needed to do that at sunset. "He was a junior, and I was a senior, so I definitely wasn't going to admit it, but all my gosh, he was just every silly fantasy I ever had rolled up into one white-boy package."

I almost told her that I agreed, but I bit my tongue. Instead I asked, "What do you remember about the accident?"

"Well, I had graduated already, remember? So it wasn't like I heard it first hand. But Manny he knew him, they were both on the soccer team. Manny was pretty shook up."

I was startled, I couldn't picture my tattooed biker guy playing soccer, but when I thought real hard, I vaguely remembered seeing him in his jersey in the hallway. It was an old version of him, just like that was an old version of me, and it was hard to recognize him as the man I had made love to only hours ago. "I didn't know that Manny he knew him," I said.

"Well Ben, he was like, one of those guys who knew everybody, you know?"

I could see that, I nodded. Ada went on, "He was just, well everyone just liked him. The guys they wanted to be him, and the girls they wanted to be with him, you know that cliché? All that was totally true in the case of Ben Nelson. But when the accident happened, I don't know," her voice got a little far away. "Everyone kept talking about him like he was dead. Manny was talking about him like he was dead, even though he was just in rehab. But it seemed like it was too hard for people to see him as he actually was. Like they preferred the memory of Ben to the reality of Ben."

I bit my lip hard and tried to blink back the tears.
Everyone preferred a memory of him that he couldn't remember himself. What must that feel like?
"He lived with his grandparents right? And they were the same way?"

Ada nodded. "Manny said something about that, how they were old and set in their ways, and dealing with this new version of someone they thought they already knew was just too damn hard." Ada knocked back the rest of her coffee and stared down into her cup. "I know he's back, Gabi."

I looked up in shock, "How?"

"Everyone has seen him Jokers.   Everyone has seen him…with you."

I knew she was watching me, waiting for my reaction. There was no lying to my sister, especially not with the blush creeping up my cheeks. "Yeah…" I said, silently acknowledging her unasked question.

"Is he…okay?" she asked.

The image of his seizure flashed in front of my brain again, and I shook my head to clear it. "He seems… .He seems like he's getting there."

"Why do you say that?"

I didn't know why. "Because he really wants to be better now," I heard myself say and instantly knew it to be true.

My big sister's shifted forward in her chair, hearing the note in my voice that I couldn't hide. "Gabi…"

"Yeah, okay. I really like him. I can't stop thinking about him. When I'm not with him, I want to be with him, and when I am with him I want more, all the time. Yeah he's got problems, yet he has a past, but it doesn't matter to me because I want to be his now."

The vehemence in my words startled both me and Ada as I clutched my cup fiercely "Fuck it, I love him, okay? I fucking love him and I have no idea what to do about that." I stared at my coffee cup like it was the reason for my racing pulse. I felt like I was going to explode out of my skin.