Ain't Shady Baby, I'm Hot

22

Murph

Blood is cleaned up. I'm going to Roy tomorrow to get my ribs checked. Nothing crazy but they're sore. Gyms is locked up and I'm headed home.
Kiddo

I'm glad you're up. You'll tell me what that was all about later on. Is the Cameron boy alive?
Murph

Yes. He should have taken himself home.
He's smart enough to take care of himself.
Kiddo

Kiddo...
Nevermind, get home safe.
Murph

I frowned looking at my phone. He didn't make any comment about what I said above, yet, I could see him shake his head and sigh.

"Fuck." I groaned, slowly getting back off the bike and going back inside. I knew the layout enough to make it behind the counter and grab one of our to-go medkits. The thing had everything in case the need arose.

Minutes later I was back on my bike, visor down as I took off towards the Cut and Tannyhill. The entire drive there I was a mess, internally arguing with myself as I made it past the first section of mansions. Only when I was getting close to the large gates did I stop.

But not because I had second thoughts. No, because Rafe's truck was pulled off to the side of the road. I cut my engine, taking my helmet off as I pulled the medkit from my bag.

"I can't believe you're doing this." I scolded myself as I staggered right up to the driver side door. I knocked twice before the rear door swung open hitting me in the ass. I let out a chirp of surprise before moving around the door and seeing a shirtless Rafe.

My eyes widened scared I'd find someone else in the cab in a compromising position, but it was just him, with a small set of bandages.

"What do you want, Tallen? Come to see the damage?" I scoffed, tossing him the medkit and rolling my eyes.

"I clearly didn't hit you hard enough. Don't bother returning the kit." I left him without another word. Nothing coming from him as he slammed his truck door.

I was gone within seconds, however, I couldn't help but look back at the truck one more time.

Just because I boxed or stood up for my friends, hell even fought in underground rings, doesn't mean I'm completely soulless.

He definitely deserved it. But him having to take care of himself alone, well that's I guess the real punishment.

When I got injured, I had a team. I've got friends who'd help if I needed it. But he doesn't. And knowing a little bit of his home life, he may only have Wheezie.

"Fuck." I groaned pulling over to the side of the road and yanking out my phone. And sending a few quick texts.

R C

xxx-xxx-xxxx, this is Roy's number. He's expecting you tomorrow around noon. Go in, get check out.
Darling

Why?
R C

Don't ask questions.
Just go see him.
Darling

Please.
Darling

You begging? Interesting.
R C

I put my phone away, not responding to his message. Asshole. My jaw clenched and stomach clenched at the same time.