Chapter 19 #2
“Fine,” Belle sighs, messaging Ripley and Raine.
“Mabel is in an exam. I can’t drag her out of it,” Rhea says, wincing.
“No, don’t disturb her,” I agree.
“Yes!” Mom claps excitedly.
“You know, they could just be having church, call him a dick, and that be it.” Maggie shrugs.
Mom places a hand on her shoulder. “You know as well as I do that it will be a beating, or something else, and because these men believe their rules are never to be bent or broken, they will just accept it.”
“But Cash,” Maggie argues.
“Cash will be held back and forced to accept the ruling. It sucks and it’s fucking stupid.”
Maggie nods. “Okay, we need to rescue my boy.” She nods.
“Good. Now, what are we going to wear?” Mom asks, looking to each of them.
“We have to get changed? Why can’t we just go in there once the girls arrive?” Rhea asks, looking confused.
“Because it will not have the same effect. Now, I just so happen to still have our catsuits from fashion assemble, plus I have some spare.” Mom’s grin widens.
“Jesus, I’m not sure I can fit in that anymore,” Belle groans. “I’ve not only aged, but I’ve had 3 kids. These are the same hips that wore that suit originally,” she protests.
Alina raises her hand. “I wasn’t here when you did this fashion assemble.”
“Well, I have spares. I always thought they would be needed in the future. So, everyone is covered.” She pauses. “I will go get the box. I think Queenie put it in the cupboard at the end of the hall,” Mom says, walking off inside the clubhouse.
“Jesus, if Queenie was here now, she would be helping to organise this.” Maggie laughs, shaking her head. “Her precious grandson; she would be in there now giving Ghost what for.” Maggie smiles a sad smile.
“Then we are going to have to take matters into her our hands,” Mom says as she comes back, placing a large box on the table. “Suit up, bitches.” She grins.
I blink. I had heard stories about my mom and the ol’ ladies, and all the hell they caused, but seeing them now, seeing my mom so eager to cause hell, it explains a lot why my dad has such a short fuse.
Twenty minutes later, Ripley and Raine arrive with Maisy. They are debriefed on the situation, and the longer time passes, the more my stomach flips with dread at what they must be doing to him.
“Don’t worry, titty, we will sort the men out and get the dicks out,” Dixie assures me, patting my arm. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing at her errors.
“Jesus, did you buy the entire supply of catsuits in different and all different sizes?” Maggie asks, going through the box and handing each of us a catsuit.
“Stop bitching and get changed,” she says as she begins stripping off.
“Mom!” I hiss. “We’re outside.”
“We all have underwear on. No different than a bikini.” She shrugs, and the ol’ ladies follow, one by one.
“Fuck it.” Maisy shrugs.
I roll my eyes and do the same. If anyone was passing the compound at this moment in time, they would have gotten a show like no other.
Once we are all changed, we head inside quietly, so they don’t hear a loud clicking and clattering of heels on the concrete floor.
Mom pauses outside the door and presses her ear to it.
She frowns and opens the door, only to find the room empty and the back door wide open.
“They’ve gone to the garage,” Maggie breathes.
Mom nods. “Let’s go.” We run as best we can in our heels across the parking garage, before crouching beneath a window. “Nova, have a look,” Mom orders in a whisper.
Nova nods, giving Mom a salute like this is some kind of military operation. She carefully peeks over the windowsill. “They’re in here,” she whispers. “They’re standing in a circle around something... I can’t make out what they’re doing.”
“Sounds like a bukkake party,” Mom snorts.
I curl my lip at her. “Mom, Jesus,” I mutter.
She just giggles. “Sorry, honey.” I roll my eyes. It was time to take over. Mom might lead the ol’ ladies, but that was my man in there, and like fuck was I going to stay crouched beneath a window listening to my mother say the word bukkake.
Dropping to my hands and knees, I start crawling towards the back door. “Follow me,” I whisper. Once I reach it, I hold up three fingers, silently counting down. Three. Two. One. We burst through the door.
“Leave him alone!” I scream.
One by one, the brothers turn to face us, their gazes drifting past me to the line of ol’ ladies behind us. They part, revealing Drix on the floor, his face swollen, his lip split, and blood dripping down his chin.
“What the fuck?” I sprint to him, dropping to my knees and cupping his battered face.
“Fuck me, I wondered where that suit had gone. Woman, get in the truck. We’re going home to fuck,” Beast groans.
“Eww, Dad. Jesus,” Raine and Ripley complain in unison.
“What the fuck do you think you’re wearing?” Beast barks. “Go put a fucking sweater on. The pair of you.”
I ignore the commotion and the arguing. My eyes stay locked on Drix. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
He flashes me a bloody grin. “Worth it.”
I help him to his feet, draping his arm over my shoulders.
As I turn, I come face to face with Dad.
Mom stands beside him, giving me a reassuring smile.
It only makes me angrier. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I shout, my temper finally snapping.
“Drix has done nothing but stand by me these past few months. He’s looked after me, made me laugh, and kicked my ass when I needed it.
” I jab a finger towards the club. “And you and your stupid club...” My gaze sweeps across every patched member.
“Actually, all of you are on my shit list.” I point at each of them in turn.
“Why would you do this to him? Because you haven’t got your hands on Zeke yet?
Because you needed a punching bag to take your frustrations out on?
” My furious stare lands back on Dad. “You want someone to hit? Someone to fight? Then bottle it up until you get Zeke.” I fold my arms tightly across my chest. “Now apologise.”
Dad’s cold gaze flickers between me and Drix. “You’re ordering me...” he says slowly, “...the President of this club... to apologise for delivering punishment after he broke club law?”
“Yes, I am.” I step closer, refusing to back down. “Drix isn’t just anyone, and if I, or anyone else...” My eyes briefly flick towards Maisy. “...decides to be with a patched member, then accept it. We’re all grown adults. It’s our choice.”
Silence. Nobody moves. Nobody breathes. Dad simply stares at me. Then the corner of his mouth twitches. A second later, he’s grinning. Before I know what’s happening, he pulls me into a crushing hug.
“Fuck, it’s good to have you back,” he murmurs, kissing the top of my head.
I shove against his chest and stare up at him. “What the... what?” I blink. He smiles wider. “I’m glad my feisty, stubborn, pain in the ass daughter is back.” His eyes flick to Drix. “You gonna let your woman speak to your President like that?” he asks, amusement dancing in his voice.
“What the fuck is happening?” I ask, looking around the room like I’ve somehow stepped into the Twilight Zone.
“I ain’t stupid enough to try and stop her.” Drix smirks before spitting a mouthful of blood onto the floor.
Still completely baffled, I look around. Mom is beaming with tears in her eyes, like she’s just witnessed the most heartwarming moment of her life. Even the brothers are smiling. Smiling! Like this whole thing is somehow beautiful.
“What the fuck is going on?” I yell. “You’ve just beaten one of your own to a bloody pulp, and now you’re all hugs and smiles like we’re the fucking Care Bears?”
Dad releases me with a chuckle. Drix steps forward, peeling off his ruined T-shirt.
He wipes the blood from his face before tossing it onto the floor.
His gaze slowly drags over me, heat flashing through his eyes as he stalks closer.
Hooking an arm around my waist, he pulls me firmly against him.
I shift awkwardly, shooting Dad a nervous side eye.
Drix only grins. A wicked, possessive grin.
“You’re mine now, BB.”
I swear this entire family is completely insane. Unhinged. Absolutely fucking bizarre. But they’re my family, and I wouldn’t change a damn thing.