Blade had already kicked her off club property once, and after months of radio silence, they brought her back, and even I can see she doesn’t want to be here.
Blade is currently searching for his girl, regretting his actions after threatening to kill her for her lies. Axe, the president of the Furies is monitoring his members to see who had been ordering his prospects to attack our business’s, something that has quietened down since Luna disappeared. Someone we believe is his VP, Brock, orchestrated to start a coup, Blade’s mama was forced back to the club after he kicked her out when she hit Luna after accusing her of being a lying patch chaser – long fucking story – and I’ve fallen madly in love with my best friend.
I shake my head as I put on my jeans and grab a tank top and I say, “No, Misty. She’s got a job interview. I’m off to see my mama, if that is okay with you?”
She flinches at my harsh tone, clears her throat, stands, and stutters, “I-I uh, okay…”
I narrow my eyes at her as she scrambles out of my room.
“Fucking jealous clubwhores!” I mutter and slam my drawer shut.
“Hey Mama,” I say as I walk into Dark Angel’s Tats half an hour later, where I’ve been working since graduating high school, noticing her on the couches near the dark gray wall.
She looks up from my workbook and grins before standing and meeting me halfway and wraps her arms around me, and I sigh.
“Hey, my boy,” she whispers as she pulls back, her eyes looking over me.
Her eyes take me in, and I grin as I do the same with her.
Her hair is lighter, her skin tanned, and I’m pretty sure she’s lost some weight, but she looks healthy and happy.
“I missed you, Mama.” I admit, and she grins back before she moves to the side and picks something up before showing me a small painting in a dark gold frame that, to me, looks like different swirls of red and blue. My sister would slap my head and name some famous painter from the eighteen hundreds who most likely painted it, and I should be appreciating it.
“I missed you, too, and this is from your sister,” she replies, and I take the painting, unable to wipe the smile from my face.
Each time Mama visits Marie or I go, I get a painting, and I hang them in my room here each time because fuck, I miss my sister.
As I predicted nine years ago, my big sister fell in love with a French guy, her teacher's assistant, to be exact and they married after three years of knowing each other. More like eloped, not wanting to put Mama in a position to sit near Dad. They now have a one-year-old boy who is absolutely adorable, and my sister has never been happier, even if she is in a different country.
Mama has just spent a year in Paris helping Marie out with the baby so it’s really fucking good to see her.
I look up at Mama and ask, “Didn’t meet any French men then?”
She snorts, “No, son.”
Nine years, and Mama still hasn’t moved on from Dad, but I don’t think that was on purpose. She’s been busy focusing on herself and has even got herself a degree.
Before taking a sabbatical, Mama worked at Rose’s elementary school, somewhere apparently Clara has started working but as a cleaner.
While Mama was finding herself, Dad was burying himself in the clubwhores, something Mama is very aware of. She still speaks to the old ladies, so they have kindly kept her up to date with Dad’s activities, meaning she’ll never go back to him, the divorce papers he refuses to sign proof of that.
My dad is a fucking idiot.
In the beginning it hurt her, especially when he fucked Cherri the day that she left to punish her. Even going as far as sending her photos but now, she’s come to terms he just didn’t love her as much as she loved him.
Their relationship reminds me of Glock and Clara’s, only Glock hasn’t touched another woman in five months and Dad hasn’t kept his dick in his pants despite claiming that he wants his wife back while said wife wants a clean break from him.
“Is Ivy meeting you here today?” Mama asks with a small smile, a twinkle in her eyes as she sits on the dark brown leather couches in the reception area, and I shake my head as I follow her.
She’s trying to be sly, but it isn’t working.
“No,” I reply, “she has a job interview, though she’s still not telling me where, and we’re just friends, Mama, so get that look off your face.”
I hate that despite moving out and spending a year with Marie, she can still read me.
Mama grins widely and repeats for the hundredth time, “Give it time,” making me shake my head yet again with aspiration this time.
She’ll give anything for me to claim Ivy and fuck, if I knew I wouldn’t be like Dad or all the other brothers, I probably would claim her, but I can’t change my DNA.
