Chapter 75: Little Girl
*You will always be my son’s little girl. No matter what. – Roscoe*
“Here, little girl.” Roscoe said hoarsely as he shoved a joint and lighter into her hand.
With a watery smile, she asked her father-in-law, “What would Willie do?”
He gave a little chuckle. “He’d take a deep breath, and he’d hold it and then he’d let it all go.”
“Exactly.” She lit the joint and then took a deep draw on it, closing her eyes as memories flooded through her. There was no coughing, no harsh breathing and no odd faces. She let out her breath and then took another draw.
Opening her eyes, Evie handed it over to Cookie who took a light pull on it. She shook her head at him and then let out her smoky breath.
“Take a deep breath, son. This is not some cheap shit." The Renegades president said as he flung an arm around Evie’s shoulders. “That’s Renegades blend you have there.”
With that he led Evie away from the crowd.
“Are you happy, little girl?”
“I am, Roscoe. They are good to me.”
“Are they good men?”
“Do you expect me to believe that you didn’t have them checked out?”
Roscoe laughed. “I did. They are good on paper. I want to know about them. Not their jackets.”
“They are.” She confirmed as they walked around towards the back of the box truck. She leaned into him and he tucked her under his arm.
“You know that Cade would want you to move on. They both would.”
“I do.” She admitted softly. Evie stopped and was looking at the ground. “I think that I should feel guilty. But I don’t.”
Roscoe pulled her in for a hug and kissed her head before resting his bearded chin over his kiss.
“I love you, little girl.” He whispered, closing his eyes as a few tears slipped out. “You’ll always be my daughter. Nothing will ever change that. My Cade loved you. We still love you.”
“I love you, too, Roscoe.” Evie said into his chest.
He tilted her head towards him and kissed her forehead. “You need to go take a ride.”
Roscoe turned her and then put her on the back of the bike with the seventh Renegade. The one that drove the rented box truck. She settled herself against his back and wrapped her arms around his waist after Roscoe placed a helmet on her head.
The man reached down and squeezed her knee. In return, she laid her head against the familiar back and squeezed his waist. With a nod from the man to Roscoe, they left.
