Neo Soulless Bastards MC Daytona: Soulless Bastards MC Daytona book 4 (Soulless Bastards Daytona)

by Erin Trejo

  “He doesn’t want to hear from me,” she murmurs.

  “How about I call?” She looks up at me and it kills a piece of my heart to see her hurting. We’ve never talked about her family much aside from the fact that she has a son. I don’t know their situation or what I might be walking into with this conversation, but I do remember her telling me that he’s in charge of all of her affairs and that he takes care of her financially. The sound of the ambulance sirens pulls my attention. I stand from the sofa and open the door allowing them in. They move quickly, getting her settled onto a gurney before wheeling her out to the ambulance.

  “Leesa, please come!”

  “I am. I’ll be right behind you, I promise.” She nods her head and I watch as they load her into the back before I climb in my car to follow. I’ve never really given two shits about people, mainly because I’ve been treated like shit for most of my life, but that woman in the back of that ambulance is the closest thing to a family that I have these days and I would do anything for her.

  Chapter 7

  Neo

  I pace the room waiting to hear something, anything. No one said a goddamn word when I got here. I hate waiting and that seems to be all I’m doing. I’m about to go snap the nurse’s neck when she walks into the waiting room.

  “Jesus, you?” She mutters with her arms crossed over her chest.

  “What did you do? Beat someone up?” I ask her with a smirk. She rolls her eyes and moves to walk past me when I grab her arm, pulling her back in front of me.

  “Did you want another round?” She snaps at me, glancing from my hand on her arm to my eyes. I almost laugh at her. I shake my head and let her go when a nurse finally walks into the waiting room.

  “For Mrs. Garcia?”

  As if the universe hates me, which it might, we both answer at the same time. I turn to look over my shoulder at her as she glares at me.

  “She’s asking for Leesa,” the nurse adds. The girl sticks her tongue out at me and moves to walk around me.

  “I’m her son,” I hiss. The nurse looks between us a little confused as to what’s happening right now.

  “I’m her neighbor. She asked for me,” the girl I know now as Leesa snaps back.

  “You’re the one who called me?”

  “I didn’t know it was you I was calling. If I did, I probably wouldn’t have.”

  I watch her walk behind the nurse down the hallway. She isn’t walking off that easily. I want to know more. I want to know how she knows my mom and what the hell she’s doing with her. Why did she call her and not me? I stalk behind her, watching the way she holds herself, keeping her head high and in control. I have a million questions but every single one of them die in my throat when I walk into the room and see the hold my mom has on her. She’s hugging her tightly, like she used to do me when I was a kid. I step into the room and just watch the scene in front of me unfold. They don’t notice me standing here as they talk back and forth. The care and compassion I see in Leesa shocks the hell out of me. I’ve never seen a person be so caring to another, not like this. It makes me wonder just how close these two really are.

  “Neo?”

  I’m shaken out of my thoughts when my mom calls my name. I clear my throat and move toward the bed, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head.

  “I’m here, Mom. Are you okay?” I pull back and see the smile on her face. I’ve missed her. Missed her smile, her smell. My mom in general. I hate watching her waste away. I hate seeing what the disease is doing to her so I keep my distance. Maybe I’m wrong for that but I can’t see her losing herself more and more each day.

  “I’m fine. They said I broke my wrist.” She sounds so small. I glance down and see the soft cast that they have applied.

  “You did? What happened?” Tears fill her eyes and it rips my heart in half.

  “She fell. She texted me to see if I could help. I was at work wh-”

  “Oh no! Did I get you in trouble? Neo, you have to talk to her boss. She needs that job. I shouldn’t have texted you. I’m so sorry, Leesa.” More tears spill down my mom’s cheeks as Leesa moves to her side.

  “No. Don’t do that. I told you whenever you need anything you could call me. Don’t you worry about my job.”

  “He will fire you. That man is horrible.” The two of them keep talking as if I’m not even in the room. It doesn’t take long before the reminder of why I keep my distance surfaces.

  “Who are you? Where am I?” Mom asks, looking around the room with fear evident in her eyes. I’m about to speak when Leesa does first.

  “I’m Leesa. You took a fall and hurt your wrist. We’re here to help you.”

  She’s so calm with her. It’s as if she knows what’s happening, as if she already knows about the Alzheimer’s. My mom’s face softens as Leesa holds her hand. Something inside of me snaps. I turn on my heel and storm from the room. I’m nearly down the hallway when I feel her hands on me. I turn to look down at her.

  “What?” I snap.

  “Where are you going? She needs you in there.”

  “You seem to have it under control.” Brushing her hand away from me, I continue stomping down the hallway and out the door. I head to my bike as my head spins. What the hell is happening to me? Shouldn’t I be happy that my mom has someone looking out for her when I can’t? Why am I so pissed at Leesa? She isn’t doing anything wrong, and yet in my mind, I want to snap her little neck. I run my hand over my face trying to clear my head but it’s useless. There’s too much brewing inside of me. Too much hatred, anger, regret. There’s just…too much.

  Chapter 8

  Leesa

  I made sure Mrs. Garcia was okay and stable before I left. Now I’m doing something so stupid I could slap myself for it. The back gates were open so I took it upon myself to walk in. Now that I’m standing at the door, I’m a little freaked out.

  “Lookin’ for somethin’?” A deep voice booms behind me. I turn quickly, nearly squealing when I see a man who could easily overpower me.

  “Actually, I’m looking for someone. Neo?” The guy smirks at me but doesn’t say anything else. He stands there, eyeing me up and down like I’m some sort of strange object or an alien. It’s unnerving but also annoying as hell. “Are you done yet?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Are you done looking at me like I’m a foreign object? I asked where I can find Neo.” Crossing my arms over my chest, he glares at me before laughing.

  “I like you already. Come on, darlin’,” he says, leading me toward the door. He opens the door up and holds it for me, gesturing for me to go inside. When I step in, it wasn’t what I was expecting. There are people wandering around, a few playing pool. Some of the girls are half-naked on the bar. Okay, so I don’t know what I was expecting but this isn’t it.

  “Hey, Gail! Take her to Neo’s room!” The man yells behind me.

  I nearly turn and leave but I have a long planned out speech for that asshole. The tall leggy blonde, presumably Gail walks, over and looks me up and down before turning to walk away. I follow along as I take in the others in the room. They all watch me as if I don’t belong, which clearly I don’t. I may be wearing my cut off shorts but I still have far more clothes on than half of them do.

  “He’s in there. Just knock.”

  I nod and watch her walk away as I raise my hand. This is not a smart idea. This was stupid as hell. The realization hits me hard. I turn on my heel and start to walk back the way I came when a door opens behind me.

  “You gotta be kiddin’ me.”

  Blowing out a breath, I guess it’s too late to run. Instead, I turn around and face the man. Why did I turn around? My God, his shirt is off and sweat drips down his sculpted abs. My eyes trail over the colorful tattoos, but it’s those tiny shining droplets that keep pulling my attention as they slowly slide down that V shape and into his jeans. I wonder what it would taste like to lick them? He clears his throat jolting me out of my hot fantasy and back into
reality. His reality.

  “Oh, yeah. I think you’re an asshole.” He narrows his eyes at me and waits for me to continue, but I can’t think when he’s standing there looking that yummy in front of me. Why did God have to make men like him? Where have these kinds of men been hiding is a better question.

  “You came here to tell me that?”

  Shaking my head to rid the thoughts of him completely naked, I look up at his face. “Yes. No. I mean, yes. Well, that wasn’t it but you standing there half-naked is a bit distracting,” I ramble on.

  He doesn’t smile or speak, just stands there watching me intently as if he’s trying to figure me out.

  “Is that a yes or a no? If you wanna say somethin’ say it and then get the fuck outta my clubhouse.”

  My mouth opens and closes quickly before anger surges inside of me. I move toward him quickly, hating that I have a hard time controlling my anger. My hands come up to shove him back a step but he just watches me.

  “You just walked out on her! How could you do that? Do you know that she cried for thirty minutes before it all came back to her? Do you realize that she didn’t even know you were there?” I scream louder as I shove at his chest. He lets me, inching back a few steps each time, but when his back hits the wall he’s had enough.

  “You done now?”

  “No! I’m not done! Do you realize that she has days when she doesn’t even know who she is?” I shove him once more as the tears slowly stream down my cheeks. Why am I crying? Why am I so upset? She’s just my neighbor.

  Before I can comprehend what I’m saying and doing, Neo moves. His arms wrap around me before he drags me into his room, slamming the door shut behind us. He holds me, not roughly. Just…holds me to him as I cry. His hand runs from the back of my head down my hair trying to soothe me. I feel like I’m breaking in two. For so long I’ve held those tears back. This isn’t even about his mom. This is about me. This is about something that was taken from me that I can never get back, and I can feel myself slowly crumbling under the weight of it all. Each gasping breath I take is full of his scent and it makes it worse.

  “It’s okay. Everything’s okay.” His words mean nothing. This isn’t even about him.

  I shove out of his arms knowing that I can’t be doing this, letting my guard down. I wipe my eyes quickly and sniff a few times as he watches me.

  “You know it’s okay to cry,” he says softly. His voice has calmed, his tone soothing.

  “No, it’s not. Not now anyway. Look, I live next door to your mom. She’s a mess on her best days, Neo. She needs help. She can’t keep staying there alone. The next fall could be worse.” He nods his head and moves to sit on the edge of the bed, resting his head in his hands.

  “I didn’t know it was that bad. I knew it was gettin’ there but…” His voice trails off and it tugs at my heart. The pain laced in his voice hurts. I walk over and sit on the bed next to him, wanting to comfort him but I can’t.

  “She has good days. Not all are bad, Neo. She’s talked about you.” His head slowly lifts and tilts it to look at me.

  “She has?”

  I see the pain and hope in his eyes but I still find myself wondering what happened between them.

  “Yeah. She said you take care of her,” my voice is soft.

  “A lot of good that does her, yeah? She can’t fuckin’ remember who she is.” His anger could be felt if only I reached out to touch it. But I don’t. I don’t need that in my life.

  “I shouldn’t have come here. I’m sorry,” I say, shoving off the bed.

  Before I make it too far, he grabs my arm and pulls me back down next to him. He turns to me, his hand coming to my cheek before his lips touch mine. Heat explodes between us as his tongue finds its way into my mouth. I should stop him. I should stop myself but I can’t. It’s been far too long since I’ve been fucked, and why shouldn’t I let him be the one to break that spell? I can hear Maria laughing in the back of my mind, but the way his tongue twirls in my mouth, I nearly melt in his palms.

  “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he mouths as he kisses his way down my neck. My breathing is sporadic at best, my nipples hard and erect. My pussy spasms with each flick of his tongue. Yep, I’m done for. I couldn’t pull away if I tried. Neo pushes me back so that I’m lying on his bed, his lips still sucking against the flesh of my throat.

  “Oh God,” I whimper and get a chuckle in return that vibrates through my body.

  “Thank you for bein’ there for her,” he whispers before his teeth tug at my earlobe. Those words are what kills the fire. It’s like I was doused in ice water. I shove Neo off me quickly before leaping from the bed and heading toward the door.

  “What the fuck?”

  “I don’t need a thank you. Fuck! What kind of sick, twisted bastard are you?” My voice almost a screech as he moves from the bed. He’s on me in seconds, his lips claiming mine once more. The heat of his body pressed against me is fucking with my head. I want to push him. I want to pull him. In the end, I shove at his chest, forcing him back a step.

  “You think this is to thank you? No. I’ve wanted to fuck you since that night in the alley,” he replies, his eyes burning into me with every word.

  “Why?”

  He cocks his head to the side to study me a second. “What do you mean, why?”

  “Why would you want to fuck me? Huh? You haven’t come near me. You haven’t talked to me and I highly doubt you even knew my name before tonight.” His eyes look shocked but I can see the truth in them. He didn’t. He isn’t any different than any other man I’ve met. They are all the same. They want sex. Too bad I’m not giving it.

  “Leesa, come on. That’s not how this is.”

  I huff out a laugh and turn for the door. “Yes, it is. Don’t worry, Neo. I’ll take care of your mom.”

  Chapter 9

  Neo

  Seven. Seven! That’s how many times I had to jerk one off in the shower the other night after the fire she ignited in me. I was a little shocked with myself that I actually let her walk out of here after that. I wanted her and I know she wanted me. I could smell her arousal for miles. She was into it. But I didn’t want her to think that’s what it was. I didn’t want to fuck her to thank her. I just wanted to fuck her. Period. But after what she said, I felt like a piece of shit, and that’s unusual for me.

  I stroll into the main room ready to party when I see her standing with Saylor. As if my life isn’t a complete mess as it is, now I have to see her wandering around my goddamn clubhouse. I watch her as I walk toward the bar. Her and Say look to be in a deep conversation when her eyes slowly move to mine. I watch the way they narrow on me before I smirk.

  “What’s with that one?” Rebel asks, leaning against the bar.

  “Fuck if I know.”

  “She needs a ride. Apparently, her car is shot to hell. Motor blew or some shit. She was supposed to be takin’ her neighbor to the doctor or some shit but Say has a meetin’ to be at and can’t drive her,” Ransom says filling in the blanks.

  I sigh loudly and scrub my hand across my face before heading that way. I don’t stop to ask questions, I don’t stop to listen to her protest, I just grab Leesa’s arm and drag her out the front door.

  “Get off me!” She yells as she tries to pry my fingers from her tiny wrist.

  “Shut up and get in the goddamn truck,” I tell her, giving her a little shove in that direction. I don’t know what this girl is used to but apparently being told what to do isn’t it. She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me instead. “She needs to go to the doctor, yeah?” Her angry glare fades slightly.

  “My car wouldn’t start. I think it’s the starter. I didn’t want to take her on the bus. Today isn’t the best for her,” she mumbles.

  My chest tightens at her words. I nod my head and motion for the truck once more. It surprises me when she climbs in.

  “You could have just called me.”

  “And said what?” She challenges m
e back.

  “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe ‘hey, your mom needs to go to the fuckin’ doctor, can you drive?’”

  “Are you kidding me? I’ve lived next door to her for five years. Five!” She yells, making an emphasis on the last five. “I’ve never met you. I’ve never seen you come by. Why the hell would I call you now?”

  She pisses me off, but I know I deserve what she’s throwing my way. I’ve been a shit son and I won’t deny that.

  “After midnight.”

  “What?”

  “I come by after midnight. I know she’s already in bed, and if it’s a bad day she wouldn’t remember me anyway.” I hate to admit that to her but I also feel like I need to.

  “That would explain why I’ve never seen you.”

  “You work at the club on weekends, yeah?”

  “Yeah. Thursday to Sunday. I sometimes fill in at the bar over on Oakland on my off nights.” She’s talking and not yelling. That’s a good sign, right?

  “How many jobs do you have?”

  “A few. Why do you care?” She snaps, looking over at me.

  “You a nurse?” Shaking her head in response, I huff out a breath.

  “What the fuck is that huff for?”

  “You are tryin’ to take care of my mom and you aren’t even qualified to do that,” I snip back at her.

  “Says the man who doesn’t pay for a nurse to come in and help her. Why are you judging me?”

  “You work at a club. You work at a bar and you think you have the right to tell me shit about takin’ care of my mom?” I don’t know where all the anger is coming from but it’s overwhelming me. I know deep down this has nothing to do with Leesa and everything to do with me, but I can’t seem to stop myself from taking it out on her. Easy target, I suppose.

  “At least I’m around. She needs someone. I’m there.”

  I pull into my mom’s driveway and turn to face her. “What are you after? Money? Think you can sneak into her life and get in her good graces? Huh? Think there’s a place in her will for you? What the fuck are you after?”