by Sophia Gray
“Yes,” Antonia said. She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling her face heat up in response to her cellmate’s laughter.
“Cal Amos? Cal Amos the nurse? Seriously?” the cellmate asked in between chuckles, wiping at the sides of her eyes. “Really, you’re not shitting me?”
“No, I’m not,” Antonia said reflexively, rubbing her own arms to comfort herself when her cellmate collapsed into another fit of wild laughter. “What’s so fucking funny?”
“It’s just so cute,” her cellmate said, wheezing a little as she tried to catch her breath. “You talked about him like he was just any other rich guy.”
“Isn’t he?” Antonia asked.
Her cellmate huffed for breath for a few seconds before shaking her head. “He’s the president of the Bone Breakers, man.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Antonia asked, still not comprehending her cellmate’s statement.
“The Bone Breakers?” her cellmate repeated. “The motorcycle club in the area? The one that runs all the drugs and guns through this state? You heard of them?”
The name sounded a little more familiar now that Antonia thought about it, but she still refused to accept what her cellmate was saying. “No, no, he’s a normal guy. He’s just a normal dude. I mean, he does have a bike and a bunch of tattoos, but…” She trailed off, unsure of what to say. “He’s not…he can’t be.”
“Well, he is, girl,” her cellmate said with a face-splitting grin. She stood and walked over to the toilet in the corner of the room. “Get used to the idea.”
“How do you know?” Antonia asked. “Why should I even believe you? You could be talking out of your ass to freak me out.”
Her cellmate rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her magazine, scribbling random patterns all over the front page. “Whatever. Just telling you what I know, man.”
Antonia stared at her cellmate for a long moment, studying her face to try to determine whether or not she was telling the truth. “Cal…Cal Amos, right? That’s his name? You’re sure?” she asked.
“Yep. One hundred percent sure,” the cellmate said as she began flipping through the pages of her magazine. “I used to hang around that MC, you know, back in the day when they actually had money and power. Now they’re just weak.”
Antonia felt the contents of her stomach churn inside of her gut, rolling like the inside of a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment. “You…you’re serious?” she whispered, her voice barely audible even in the perfect silence of the empty cell around them.
“Yep,” her cellmate said, still not looking up from her magazine. “It’s the truth, kid. Whether or not you believe it, that doesn’t change reality. He’s a motorcycle club leader. Just chew on that.”
Antonia fell silent, her body falling back against her bed, and then rolled up against the hard, grey wall. She reached out to touch the concrete of the wall next to her bed, imaging that it was the soft hair on Daniel’s head, but it wasn’t. She couldn’t fool herself. She was stuck here, and the only hope for salvation was a goddamned motorcycle gang member, somebody who broke the law regularly without even telling her. Goddammit, Cal, she thought to herself, curling in on her body like a small bug. Why couldn’t you just tell me? Why couldn’t you warn me so I would know not to have any hope? Fuck you!
All of her hope was gone, drained from her body like water a burst pipe, spilling out onto the ground all at once. Her savior wasn’t a real savior. He was a criminal. He couldn’t save her from this. She was stuck, forever separated from her child. I want to die, Antonia thought, curling in closer on her own torso. She wrapped her arms as tightly around herself as they could go. I want to fucking die.
Chapter Twenty-One
Cal
By the time Cal rolled up to his house, he was about ready to pass out, his whole body aching with exhaustion as he parked Antonia’s car in his driveway. He was so tired that it took him several seconds to notice the seven or so motorcycles that were parked in his driveway, right next to his garage. What the hell was going on?
“Stay in the car, Bobby,” Cal said as he undid his seatbelt and got out of the car. “Just stay put.”
Cal squared and his shoulders and straightened his back as he walked up his front sidewalk. His heart pounded when he noticed several dark figures crowded on his front stoop.
“Yo, Cal!” a familiar voice yelled as he approached his front porch.
“Did you go by the clubhouse?” another voice said as he scaled the front steps, breathing hard as he approached the group of people gathered around his front door.
Cal finally looked up to inspect the faces of the various men on the front porch. “Yeah, I’m locked out,” he said to Archie, who was sitting on the front step, his face warped with overt worry.
“It’s Marcus,” one of the senior members, Tony, said. He stepped up to wrap his arm around Cal’s shoulders. Cal felt stiff and uncomfortable, unsure of whether or not to trust the man hugging him, but he finally relaxed into his grasp, looking around to the other men crowded around him. “Marcus got all the young bucks fired up, and they took over. Ran us out.”
“It’s true,” Archie said. His eyes were full of sadness as he looked directly at Cal. “He came in with guns, right when all of us were playing cards in the main bar room. We didn’t have a chance.”
Cal didn’t know what to say. He stared blankly at each man as they took turns hugging him, pressing him close to their chests one by one by one. “Okay,” he murmured, feeling weirdly distant from all the people crowded around him.
“We’re ready to go, Cal,” Archie said. “Just say the fucking word, and we’re on it.”
“On what?” Cal asked. What were they talking about? They’d already lost the war. Marcus and the younger members had taken over the MC, without even calling for a vote. It was apparently that easy to turn all the older, more seasoned members away. What else was there to do? They couldn’t exactly go to the clubhouse and start a firefight, not without expecting to die themselves. What exactly could they even do?
“Taking the club back,” Tony said, his eyes wild and full of some fiery emotion that Cal couldn’t access at the moment. “We’re ready to fight for you.”
Cal felt empty, numb, full of dull, formless matter that couldn’t be transmuted into anything living. He felt like all his organs had been replaced with thick grey cloth. “For me?” he parroted blankly.
“Yeah!” Tony said enthusiastically. “We’re going to take the Bone Breakers back.”
Cal was silent for a long time, staring at his own front door, imagining what Antonia would look like if everything was normal and she was waiting for him right beyond that door, a disapproving look on her face like any other normal day. “What about Antonia?” he murmured, thinking out loud.
“Antonia?” Archie asked. “The girl you’ve got watching your kid?”
“Woman,” Cal said reflexively. “She’s a woman. Not a little girl.”
Archie nodded. “Yeah. Antonia. What’s up with her?”
“She’s in jail,” Cal said. “In there on some trumped up child abuse charge.”
The men turned and looked at each other for several seconds before they all turned back to look at him. “What do you need from us?” Archie asked.
“I don’t know,” Cal said honestly. “I need to get her a real lawyer so she can stand a chance in court, but since Marcus and the other guys have knocked me out of the club, I can’t really help her.”
“Simon? I can call him and get him here in thirty seconds,” Tony said. He dug his phone out of his pocket. “Just say the word.”
Cal was silent for a minute, looking towards the car where Bobby still waited for him. “Really?” he asked softly, a little afraid to speak louder than a whisper.
“Hell, yeah,” Tony said without hesitation. “We’re ready to go, boss. Just say the word.”
Cal didn’t know what “the word” was, but he felt his heart pick up its pace inside
his chest, pounding for what felt like the first time in years. “Okay,” he whispered. He reached out to take Tony’s offered hand, shaking it firmly before letting his hand fall back to his side. “We’ve got to go to the jail as soon as possible.” Antonia was waiting for him, probably thinking that she’d given up on him forever. He couldn’t wait any longer.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Antonia
Antonia was already awake the next morning when the guard yelled out her name, screaming for her to come out of her cell. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” she muttered as she put her feet on the ground. She rolled her eyes at the sound of her cellmate’s loud snoring.
The guard pulled the door back, holding it open for her to step through and out into the hallway. “What’s going on?” Antonia asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
“You’ve got a visitor,” the guard barked out. He gestured for her to hurry up and come out of her cell.
Antonia followed him down the hall again to the meeting room. There, sitting at the table, was an unfamiliar middle-aged man in a nice suit. He stood up as soon as he saw her, holding out his hand for her to take. Antonia stared down at it uncomprehendingly for a long moment, unsure of what to do until the man finally cleared his throat and took his hand back, sitting down at the table.
Antonia finally realized that she was standing awkwardly in the doorway of the room. She sat down across from the man on the other side of the table. “Um…” she said uncertainly, scratching at the side of her head and clearing her throat. “Um, I’m not sure…who you are.”
“I’m Simon Tenbow,” the man in front of her said, offering her his hand again, which Antonia still didn’t know what to do with, staring at it blankly until he retracted it again. “Anyway, I’m a lawyer. I was hoping to represent you, if you’re willing to accept me.”
“Wait, what?” Antonia asked, totally confused. “What are you doing here? I didn’t call you or anything, right?”
“Right,” Mr. Tenbow said. He dragged up his chair so he was closer to the table and leaned over it to whisper to Antonia. “Now, tell me straight, did you hurt your child?”
“What? No!” Antonia said. She felt sick to her stomach just at the suggestion. “Absolutely not! What are you doing here if you think I’m capable of that?”
“It was just a question, just a question,” the lawyer said, holding up his hands defensively. “I have to ask when I take each case, just to be sure that I know what I’m dealing with. So you’re innocent. Good. That makes things simpler for me.”
“Where did you come from?” Antonia asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I didn’t call you to come here.”
“That doesn’t matter right now,” Simon said firmly. He reached into a packet of papers on the table in front of him and placed a sheet in front of Antonia. “I need you to sign this. It’s a consent form so I can represent you. Trust me, you need me. I’ll do my best to make sure that you get your son back.”
“I don’t understand what’s going on,” Antonia said honestly. She brushed some of the hair back from her forehead so she could see more clearly, as if she could look into Simon’s eyes and see what he was up to. “Please, just tell me, why are you doing this? I’m nobody. I’m no one. I’m just some random babysitter from nowhere. And my ex….he’s a cop. He can smack me down like a fly. Why would you want to take this case?”
“I have my reasons,” Simon said. “Now, look, we have a limited amount of time here. I only have a few more minutes to talk to you about your case. So you’re innocent. What kind of information can you give me about your ex?”
“Uh, I don’t know, he’s…he’s a bad person?” Antonia stuttered out, unsure of what else to say. “I mean, he’s clearly hurt my son. But I don’t know how or even why. My son won’t tell me what happened. I’m sorry, I know that’s not super helpful to you.”
Simon nodded and shuffled through the stack of papers in front of him. “Fair enough. Innocent clients are usually the most unhelpful, anyway, so that’s par for the course. I already hired a private investigator to look into your ex, so that’s taken care of. We’ll find something.”
“How are you so sure?” Antonia asked.
“Because it’s one of you. Either you’re hurting your child, or your husband is. Since I’ve decided you’re not guilty, there’s one simple solution. Your ex has done something to hurt little…what’s his name?”
“Daniel,” Antonia answered.
“Little Daniel,” Simon said, grimacing a little. “I’ll make sure he makes it home. Just give me a few days and I’ll find something.”
“I just don’t understand,” Antonia said, cradling her head in her hands. “Paul has never done anything like this before. Why would he just suddenly start hurting Daniel? He loves his son…or so I thought.”
“It’s money,” Simon said, shaking his head sadly. “It’s always about money. For some reason Daniel is making him a profit, and he’s not going to give it up until he gets caught. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. Just keep yourself distracted, and I’ll figure it out. Okay? Stay strong.”
Before Antonia could come up with anything to say in response, the lawyer got to his feet and knocked on the door. A guard appeared an opened it to let him out into the hallway. Antonia remained in her seat, unsure of what to do. She breathed hard as she reflected on the words that Simon said before he left the room.
But before Antonia could figure out how she felt about that interaction, another figure appeared through the door, stepping into the room and sitting down in front of her. Cal.
“What are you doing here?” Antonia asked, the words spilling out without permission from her brain. She regretted them as soon as they were released, but she couldn’t exactly take them back, so she forced herself to put on a calm, undisturbed face.
“I’m here to help you,” Cal said. He looked a little taken aback by her question. “Simon’s my lawyer. Well, he’s the lawyer of….this organization that I’m a part of.”
“The motorcycle club?” Antonia asked, her tone coming out uncharacteristically hard and sharp, cutting through the air like a knife. “The Bone Breakers, was it?”
Cal paled in front of her, looking like the blood drained from his face all at once. “Yes,” he whispered in response. He cleared his throat as he adjusted in his seat, pulling himself closer to the table. “That’s my club.”
“Your club?” Antonia repeated back to him.
“Yes,” Cal replied, still not looking at her directly. “It’s a gang, really. We do a lot of… extracurricular activity in and around this town. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I meant to, but…” He trailed off and waved his hand in the air futilely for a few seconds before letting it drop down to his lap
Antonia cleared her throat a couple times before speaking, struggling to summon up the will to force the words out of her mouth, even though she knew she had no other choice. “I can’t…I can’t be with a criminal,” she said. Her body flushed with heat like she’d said something awful. “I just can’t.”
Cal was silent for a long moment, finally nodding along with her words, his eyes still focused on her own lap. “I get that. I should have told you earlier. I meant to, but…I just got distracted. I’m sorry. I really am.”
Antonia didn’t know what to say to that. She didn’t feel like she deserved an apology, but she still wished that Cal had told her earlier, that he had told her as soon as they met, so that she could have avoided this horrible situation entirely. “It’s okay,” she finally whispered, unsure if she was talking to herself or to the man in front of her.
Cal’s eyes darted back up to meet Antonia’s gaze, burning with some emotion that made her body heat up even more, her blood pumping faster within her veins even though she was sitting perfectly still. “Is it really?” he whispered. “Is it okay, Antonia?”
Antonia was quiet for a moment, choking on her own words, before she finally stuttered out, “No. Yes. I don
’t know. I didn’t know you were in a gang until yesterday. I don’t know how to react, okay? Give me a break.”
Cal nodded. His eyes dropped back down to the table, darting back and forth like he was furiously struggling to come up with something to say. “That’s fair,” he finally said. He cleared his throat and pressed one arm down on the table in between them, reaching out towards Antonia. Antonia looked down at his hand, unsure of what to do. She took too long to make her decision, apparently, as Cal pulled his hand back a few seconds later, his cheeks blushing in embarrassment. “Okay,” he whispered. “I’ll be honest with you.”
“That’s a change for you,” Antonia said without thinking. She must have felt more bitter than she realized at first, as she felt a weird sense of satisfaction at the shameful look that crossed Cal’s face. I am mad, she realized. Her heart felt like a ball of fire burning its way through her ribcage. I’m mad that he lied to me by omission, never telling me what he did at night. He never trusted me. Why should I trust him?
