Loose Ends - Book One

Levi ~ I'll Be Back

Dots start connecting on my ride to Finn. My father isn't just using James because he's young or has daddy issues. He's turned the affair between Finn – his damn father – and my mother into something dark and premeditated. For all I know, he could have been the cause of their issues. James would probably go mad if he learned I'm going to see his father. Oh well. This is turning into something bigger than the both of us. I still don't understand why my father is still mercilessly searching for her if he didn't love her.

Please, for crying out loud, let Finn have the answers.

I'm getting close to the address Thomas gave me, but in the midst of this light traffic, I have not gotten rid of this annoying gray Jeep. They've been a couple car lengths behind me for six miles. My expert paranoia tells me I'm being followed, but by a Jeep?

Could be a disguise to blend in. There's one way to find out.

I make a sudden right turn, without a signal, onto another street.

A couple seconds later, I see them turn onto the same street. They still maintain a respectable distance.

When I reach the end of the street, I make another right.

They do the same.

My phone starts vibrating in my pocket, distracting me for a second. I slide it out, simultaneously looking for my next right turn. It's Thomas.

"What is it, Thomas?" I peek at the Jeep in my mirrors.

"James just showed up and it didn't go well," he breathes heavily through the phone.

"The hell happened? You fought?"

"Yeah, he came at me for stealing his car and abandoning it."

I hold down a snicker and glance around, again. I see my next right turn coming in a few hundred feet.

"I'm not done," Thomas' voice goes uneasy. "In the heat of the moment, I may have drunk-blurted out that I told you about Finn."

And confirmed.

"And then he got on the phone and left."

I make my right, and this time, the Jeep's engine roars as they make the right and gain up on me. They caught on to my test.

Hanging up on James, I grip the bike's handles and floor the gas pedal. The Harley roars even louder than the Jeep, and shoots off a split-second later. I'm only a minute from Finn, and I do not have my gun. Somehow, this is going to get ugly, but I'm not going down without a fight.

I'm doing 70 on a 45, swerving around two or three cars, who blow their horns when the Jeep does the same. I almost hope we blow by a cop just to get rid of them.

Finn's home, as Thomas described it to me, shows up in the distance to the left. His driveway is extremely long and windy, going uphill to a bungalow-looking house. There's only two other houses on the dead-end street, more ranch-style. No cars are parked in their driveways.

I turn onto the pot-hole filled road just as the Jeep's front strikes my back tire. I go flying off a few feet into the air before landing on the ground, seconds later. My head violently rattles inside of my helmet when I tumble and roll over a few times. It's protected my head from being split open, but not from going unconscious. I struggle to keep my eyes open as I peer through the shade of the helmet. I see two shadowy figures exit the Jeep from both sides. They start muttering something to each other and I don't recognize their voices. James must have called my father, who then sent these dicks to take me to him.