Dillon
Canadian jail is much different than American jail. Cleaner, quieter. It's an eerie feeling. I knock out for a while after I’m processed and tossed in a cell with two other men. The alcohol finally forcing my body to rest. I wake up to someone calling my name through the bars.
"Dillon Ryans." The guard calls out again.
"Yeah. That's me. Yeah." My voice croaks and I sit up trying to ignore the pounding in my skull.
"Come on, there is someone here to see you."
"What? Someone … like who?" I ask, but I do as he says. The last thing I need is for them to say I'm being uncooperative. I know back in the states the only visitors you get were from the police or a lawyer. I didn't have a fucking lawyer and they already did all their questioning when I got here. I told them what had happened, but I doubt if they would actually look into it. I put all four of those bastards in the hospital and if what the policeman said could be believed they would be there for quite some time. This was more than just a fight, this was aggravated assault. I know some lawyers that would even try to turn it into attempted murder. This could go really bad for me.
"Don't worry about who it is just get yourself over here." He barks at me.
I wait for him to open the bars and he places a pair of cuffs on my wrists and brings me back to the examination room. Maybe they had more questions for me.
The guard tosses me down on the hard chair and I see that there is someone else in the room. Only I don't know who it is, their back is to me and he seems to be looking down at something, probably his phone. The man doesn't even turn when we walk in. Whoever he is, he must think that he is completely safe. Maybe someone high up.
When the guard leaves the room, the man turns around. It's fucking Genie.
"Oh shit! What the hell are you doing here?" I stand up and put my hand out for Genie to shake. The man pulls me into a quick awkward hug.
"Getting you the fuck out of trouble it would seem. What the hell is going on with you Dillon? When they boys told me that your name was flagged in the system, I almost didn't believe it. What are you doing up here in Canada anyway?" Genie sits across from me at the table.
"I ... " I look away from him, I don't have an answer to that question. I ride around aimlessly it seemed. Searching for answers in places when I didn't even know the fucking questions. "I don't really know. I'm nomad now. Just been riding." I shrug before I look back at him.
"Nomad? Are you serious? How the fuck did that shit happen? What of the club?" Genie looks at me like I have three heads. This has never happened before in the Wings of Diablo family we have never had a nomad chapter.
"They are living, all the better without me." I don't go into details. I already know how I've failed and don't need to brag about it to everyone who asks.
"I highly doubt that Dillon." Genie shakes his head.
"Believe what you want. I know the truth and if you need any further evidence, go talk to Alex." I snarl out at him and turn my head away.
A shuddered breath draws my attention back to Genie. His head is down and I can see his eyes are squeezed shut. That was a low blow. Alex was his friend. I shouldn't have said that. Yet one more reason I don't need to be a part of this fucking family. I just keep hurting them.
"Yeah, I heard about that." Genie finally speaks. "I'm sorry I know it's been tough."
"Is that why you came? To catch up. I don't really think we needed to have a private conversation for this shit." I can feel myself becoming more and more agitated. I didn't want to dwell on this shit anymore.
"No, I came to spring you. Though you would have been let out eventually anyway. We got the surveillance tapes to the station already. It shows that you were indeed only acting out of self-defense. They came at you first."
"That they did." I let my hands fall down to my lap. I shouldn't care, but there was a time when I was a thief. I used to pick pockets and stick folks up. That could have been me. I had to know if I’d killed them. "Are they dead?"
He chuckles, "No they aren't dead, but they will wish they were for a few weeks."
I breathe out a sigh of relief, an ass whooping I'm good with, but I didn't want them to die.
"Good. So, what's the plan? How do I get out of here?"
"The paperwork is being put through right now. It's the weekend so you should have been here until Monday at least, but when you have friends in high places you tend to get things to move a bit faster." Genie pushes his chest out slightly.
"I appreciate that. I would like to stay the hell out of jail for as long as I can."
"Where are you going to go after this?"
"What do you mean?" It was a simple question, but I have no answer. It feels like my entire life is
