Chapter Seventeen #2
The last part is whispered so Darren doesn’t lose his shit again.
It’s bad enough he’s lost his shit about a damn hug we’ve shared thousands of times over the years.
I listen as Caleb and Darren talk. Darren bitches about my food and the coffee more than anything.
This is what I make him every single morning when he first gets home from a deployment.
I made it for him the first time he was allowed to come home from bootcamp and he made me promise I’d make it every first morning he was home from a deployment.
I enjoy taking care of my family so I was quick to make the promise.
Now, all I’m hearing is how awful it is as Darren practically throws his plate on the table in front of him and puts on some game.
I’ll be ignored the rest of the day as Kreed leaves me alone in the kitchen to clean up before making lunch for Bryce and the guys.
This isn’t how I thought our morning would go.
Though, I should have expected it after the way Darren acted last night when he got home.
It sucks being on the receiving end of his attitude and is a rarity for me to be treated this way by him.
I’m cleaning the kitchen when my phone rings and I rush over to see who’s calling me.
It could be Dr. Stevenson or someone from the club with news about everything going on.
Master and Caleb have been working nonstop on trying to figure out who my stalker is and why they’ve chosen me.
I literally do nothing except for going to work, when I have a job, and being at the house with my kids.
The only enemies I’ve ever had are those who wanted Kreed, Caleb, and Darren because I spent all of my time with them and we’re close.
Females don’t like that. I honestly haven’t had to deal with the petty jealousy since high school.
The Feral girls don’t mean anything to me and the guys keep them in check whenever I am at the clubhouse.
This is something bigger and no one has the first clue about what’s happening or why.
“Hello?” I answer my phone, not looking at the caller I.D on the screen.
“Mrs. Foster, it’s Dr. Stevenson. I’ve completed the investigation and taken my results to the board.
While there is nothing conclusive showing you’ve done anything wrong, the board doesn’t appreciate the fact that you have ties to the Feral Dragons MC.
The club isn’t exactly dangerous or bringing danger to Glendale, but they aren’t good either.
The board feels as if your ties to them could bring shame and trouble to the hospital,” Dr. Stevenson tells me, regret in his voice as tears fill my eyes and I realize Darren’s parents have won this round of the battles we continue to have every now and then.
“I’m sorry to lose you, Mrs. Foster. You’ll need to come clean out your locker and sign the paperwork saying you no longer work here.
You should also know the Fosters are ensuring you’re blacklisted from other hospitals in the area.
They’re spreading the hate for you far and wide. ”
“Thank you, Dr. Stevenson. I’ll be there tomorrow to clean out my locker. I need to make arrangements for the kids while I’m there,” I tell him before ending the call and setting my phone on the counter where it was.
This is the last thing I ever expected to hear from Dr. Stevenson.
I don’t blame the club or anyone in it. Being with them is a choice I made a long time ago.
There is nothing wrong with the guys and what they do.
These men live their lives the way they choose—free without the constraints of normal society.
I won’t say everything they do is legal, because it’s not.
I’m not na?ve enough to believe they’re all law abiding citizens.
However, they don’t go out of their way to hurt others intentionally.
There is no good reason for the board to terminate my employment because of the club and my connection to it.
This is happening because someone is pulling strings and paying off people on the board.
It’s a feeling deep in my gut that it’s what’s happening, I just can’t prove it.
Shaking my head to clear the thoughts, I finish cleaning the kitchen so I can apply for work in other fields.
I’m not really qualified to do much. When I was in high school, I helped out the Phantom Bastards when they needed someone in various businesses.
I also waited tables at the local diner.
That’s about all I’m qualified for. Since then, I’ve been a mom and nurse.
If the Fosters are blacklisting me from working in another hospital or clinic, then I have no choice but to either go to the club for help or find a job on my own.
I won’t use my connection to the Feral Dragons that way.
It will only be a last resort that I go to Caleb or Kreed to help me find a job.
It also means if I talk to the guys about needing a new job, they’ll ask me why I can’t go back to a hospital.
Caleb and Kreed have no problem standing up to Darren’s parents and putting them in their places.
That’s the last thing I want because things have been relatively peaceful over the last few years.
It’s only on a rare occasion when I have to deal with either set of our parents.
It’s like every few months they decide to make an appearance and show their ass.
I guess it's been a while since Darren’s parents stirred up any shit and I’m sure Mr. Foster has been planning this attack against me for a while now.
Yes, he’s still in the military and goes on missions regularly.
I have no clue how long he’s been home this time because I don’t keep track of him.
They want nothing to do with me and I feel the same way about them.
After cleaning the entire house, I make Bryce his lunch while Rory still naps.
She’s teething and has an ear infection right now.
My baby girl spends more time sleeping than normal right now between the medicine she’s on and being sick.
I hate it for her, but I’d rather her sleep than be in pain from the teeth coming through.
This stage is always horrible and I hate it for any child.
While Bryce eats, I grab Kreed’s laptop and sit at the table with him.
I pull up every site I know and several local newspapers to search for a job.
I’ve always worked and have no problem taking any job I can get.
Earning money is something I have to do for my children.
Even if it means working two jobs. Maybe I can clean the clubhouse or something for some extra cash.
That is something I’ll talk to Caleb about.
He’s the President so the decision will have to go through him and no one else.
Kreed will say yes without a doubt, but Caleb might have a problem with me being there constantly.
I don’t want to upset him when we already have so much tension between the two of us.
So, for now, I’ll find a job somewhere else and see how the money situation plays out. If I have to get a second job, I will.