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sniff. Dragon laughed, a deep belly laugh that started off a chuckle and grew into a dull roar.
“Somethin’ goin’ on with Grind’s baby mamma I should know about?” he asked, wiping a tear from his eye.
“I don’t know,” I said honestly, “but I got my suspicions that there’s more than meets the eye, her comin’ here like she did.”
“Ah, I see.” He was quiet a minute, real thoughtful, “Bring her by the club on Friday, I’ll have a talk with her.”
I gave a nod, “Thanks, Dragon,” I said relieved. I still didn’t give a shit about whatever might follow her out this way, but damn. Something had to give, she looked like she was gonna worry herself sick.
“Anything for a Brother, that’s how we operate. How many times I gotta tell you that?”
“Well, he’s got an awful thick skull,” Rush said, striding up. He’d missed most of the conversation but he’d at least caught Dragon’s last line.
“Yeah? Fuck you, asshole,” I told my brother and threw my rag at him which he deftly dodged with a shit eating grin.
“See you and this mystery girl on Friday,” Dragon said and Rush’s expression fell.
“Something wrong with Mel and Noah?” he asked.
“Nope, now mind your own fuckin’ business and get your ass back to work,” I said.
“Hey, here you’re not the boss of me,” Rush said with a wink, but he missed that Dray was coming up on his ass.
“No, but I am, now get your ass back to work,” Dray said. Rush gave me a one-fingered salute, and Dray a proper one and ducked under the hood of his latest project. Dray bent and picked up my rag off the garage floor, handing it to me.
“What’s up?” I asked him, half expecting him to ask what I’d brought his pops over here for, but he didn’t. He asked me about a car I’d worked on a couple of weeks before and it was business as usual after that – for real this time. I was finally able to put Mel and her weird requests and busted ass expressions to the back of my mind for the time being.
I finished out the day pretty strong and rode back home. I walked into a noisy disaster. It looked like the honeymoon of having a toddler added to the equation was over. Noah was running around shouting a bunch of nonsense while Mel stood in the kitchen rubbing her forehead yelling for him to stop. She meant business, too; busting out every little kid’s worst nightmare… the dreaded parental countdown.
“One!” She called out but it was too late, Noah crashed into the front of my legs hard enough to knock him flat on his ass. He looked up at me and I looked down at him and I demanded.
“Just what do you think yer doin’?” and he burst into noisy alligator tears. I looked at Mel with a clear look that asked, why the fuck is your kid crying? But all she could do was look back at me, her shoulders dropping in sheer, worn out, exhaustion and I had a feeling it’d pretty much been like this all day.
Fuckin’ great.
I left Noah where he was and shut the door behind me, and by the time I turned back around Mel had scooped him up.
“Why are you crying?” she demanded tersely and sounded just like every other mother I’d ever heard who was damn near at the end of her rope. I called in the cavalry, I shot a text off to Rush and Nox both.
“Unca Atcha scawy!” Noah said and broke into a fresh peal of screeching toddler whining cry. I couldn’t stand that shit.
“I’m gonna get a shower, and when I get back out here, you’re gonna be stopped. You hear me?” I asked him, which only made him wail harder despite my attempt at a tickle.
“I’m so sorry, Archer, he’s just been like this all day, and I’ve been trying to keep up and I was trying to get dinner done and you’re home already and I don’t know where the time went and –” I raised a hand to stem the tide of Mel’s babbling.
“I don’t care, Mel. I’m going to grab a shower and by the time I get out, he’ll be settled down. Shit, I just want some
“Somethin’ goin’ on with Grind’s baby mamma I should know about?” he asked, wiping a tear from his eye.
“I don’t know,” I said honestly, “but I got my suspicions that there’s more than meets the eye, her comin’ here like she did.”
“Ah, I see.” He was quiet a minute, real thoughtful, “Bring her by the club on Friday, I’ll have a talk with her.”
I gave a nod, “Thanks, Dragon,” I said relieved. I still didn’t give a shit about whatever might follow her out this way, but damn. Something had to give, she looked like she was gonna worry herself sick.
“Anything for a Brother, that’s how we operate. How many times I gotta tell you that?”
“Well, he’s got an awful thick skull,” Rush said, striding up. He’d missed most of the conversation but he’d at least caught Dragon’s last line.
“Yeah? Fuck you, asshole,” I told my brother and threw my rag at him which he deftly dodged with a shit eating grin.
“See you and this mystery girl on Friday,” Dragon said and Rush’s expression fell.
“Something wrong with Mel and Noah?” he asked.
“Nope, now mind your own fuckin’ business and get your ass back to work,” I said.
“Hey, here you’re not the boss of me,” Rush said with a wink, but he missed that Dray was coming up on his ass.
“No, but I am, now get your ass back to work,” Dray said. Rush gave me a one-fingered salute, and Dray a proper one and ducked under the hood of his latest project. Dray bent and picked up my rag off the garage floor, handing it to me.
“What’s up?” I asked him, half expecting him to ask what I’d brought his pops over here for, but he didn’t. He asked me about a car I’d worked on a couple of weeks before and it was business as usual after that – for real this time. I was finally able to put Mel and her weird requests and busted ass expressions to the back of my mind for the time being.
I finished out the day pretty strong and rode back home. I walked into a noisy disaster. It looked like the honeymoon of having a toddler added to the equation was over. Noah was running around shouting a bunch of nonsense while Mel stood in the kitchen rubbing her forehead yelling for him to stop. She meant business, too; busting out every little kid’s worst nightmare… the dreaded parental countdown.
“One!” She called out but it was too late, Noah crashed into the front of my legs hard enough to knock him flat on his ass. He looked up at me and I looked down at him and I demanded.
“Just what do you think yer doin’?” and he burst into noisy alligator tears. I looked at Mel with a clear look that asked, why the fuck is your kid crying? But all she could do was look back at me, her shoulders dropping in sheer, worn out, exhaustion and I had a feeling it’d pretty much been like this all day.
Fuckin’ great.
I left Noah where he was and shut the door behind me, and by the time I turned back around Mel had scooped him up.
“Why are you crying?” she demanded tersely and sounded just like every other mother I’d ever heard who was damn near at the end of her rope. I called in the cavalry, I shot a text off to Rush and Nox both.
“Unca Atcha scawy!” Noah said and broke into a fresh peal of screeching toddler whining cry. I couldn’t stand that shit.
“I’m gonna get a shower, and when I get back out here, you’re gonna be stopped. You hear me?” I asked him, which only made him wail harder despite my attempt at a tickle.
“I’m so sorry, Archer, he’s just been like this all day, and I’ve been trying to keep up and I was trying to get dinner done and you’re home already and I don’t know where the time went and –” I raised a hand to stem the tide of Mel’s babbling.
“I don’t care, Mel. I’m going to grab a shower and by the time I get out, he’ll be settled down. Shit, I just want some
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