down the stairs.
“Move your skinny little ass out of my way, before I move you myself.” I went nearly a decade not hearing the bastard’s voice and now I can’t go twenty-four fucking hours.
“Try me, asshole. You think I’m scared of you? I’m not,” Bam Bam fires back. Still same little feisty ass she was as a kid, never mind he’s already hit her once and is more than twice her size, outweighing her by a hundred and fifty pounds, easy.
“If he’s going to start shit with anyone around here again, it’s gonna be me.” I come up behind her, resting my hand on her waist to let her know she can step back inside. Only she doesn’t move. If anything, I can feel her core tighten under my palm like she’s taking a more solid stance.
“No. He’s caused enough problems for you already.”
“What? This uppity little white bitch telling you what to do now? Damn, son. That’s not the kind of man I thought you’d be.”
I can feel my fist clench and I suddenly get why Bam Bam hasn’t moved. She’s not standing here to stop him, she’s locked into place to stop me. From doing something stupid a second time. But I won’t. Not now.
“Don’t call me, son. And don’t talk about me becoming any kind of a man when you don’t know the first thing about being one.”
Then he has the fucking nerve to leer at her the same way he did last night. “Is that so? Hell, maybe I should spend some time with your little girlfriend here and have her tell you what I know about being a man. Bet she could teach you some things when I get done with her.”
“Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops. You think they won’t haul your ass up out of here because you pressed charges against me last night? They won’t give a shit. You violated your fucking restraining order the second you made that turn down Sandstone Street. Or didn’t you know you had one? Lawyer filed it first thing this morning. You come anywhere near her from now on and your ass will be back in jail faster than you can call me your fucking son again.”
“You’re serious? You’d call the police on your old man?”
“No,” Bam Bam pipes up. “I won’t make him do that. I’ll call them.”
Chapter 6
I ’m just amping up to call the police on Angel’s sceevy sperm donor, when a car rolls up in the driveway and the entire Finding Nolan crew climbs out.
Moe Hollis takes one look at Blaise, Derek, Royce and Hudson, all built like fucking MMA fighters, and apparently decides it’s time to go. Then he spots Ava and actually starts running toward the street where his shitty old car is parked, outside the gate, which I’m thinking might be more for show than purpose.
For the next ten minutes, there’s a great deal of man on man hugging and plenty of Ava insisting it’s okay for everyone to cry. She even takes a minute to pinky swear everyone one of them she won’t ever tell anyone. No one makes me swear. No one cries either. Except for Ava. Who apparently can’t stop because she watched Shawshank Redemption too many damn times when she was in high school.
“I need coffee,” she blubbers on her way past me to the kitchen.
“Good luck with that. I spent the last hour in there trying to find some.”
She shrugs. “It’s cool. I brought the Coffee God with me.” She turns back over her shoulder. “Hudson. We need some magic coffee dust over here.”
He cocks a half smile and hurries over. “That’s cute. Playing on my former barista job and calling me a fairy all in one shot.”
“Yes. Now come over here and make something happen. Just don’t whip out your wand to do it.”
I shake my head. “Really? A penis reference? Is this how you’re going to be approaching this entire situation?” Actually, inappropriate jokes is how we all deal with everything. So, yeah.
“Give me a sec and I’ll come up with something to say about your boobs. Are you even wearing a bra?” She’s pointing at my chest, her index finger
“Move your skinny little ass out of my way, before I move you myself.” I went nearly a decade not hearing the bastard’s voice and now I can’t go twenty-four fucking hours.
“Try me, asshole. You think I’m scared of you? I’m not,” Bam Bam fires back. Still same little feisty ass she was as a kid, never mind he’s already hit her once and is more than twice her size, outweighing her by a hundred and fifty pounds, easy.
“If he’s going to start shit with anyone around here again, it’s gonna be me.” I come up behind her, resting my hand on her waist to let her know she can step back inside. Only she doesn’t move. If anything, I can feel her core tighten under my palm like she’s taking a more solid stance.
“No. He’s caused enough problems for you already.”
“What? This uppity little white bitch telling you what to do now? Damn, son. That’s not the kind of man I thought you’d be.”
I can feel my fist clench and I suddenly get why Bam Bam hasn’t moved. She’s not standing here to stop him, she’s locked into place to stop me. From doing something stupid a second time. But I won’t. Not now.
“Don’t call me, son. And don’t talk about me becoming any kind of a man when you don’t know the first thing about being one.”
Then he has the fucking nerve to leer at her the same way he did last night. “Is that so? Hell, maybe I should spend some time with your little girlfriend here and have her tell you what I know about being a man. Bet she could teach you some things when I get done with her.”
“Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops. You think they won’t haul your ass up out of here because you pressed charges against me last night? They won’t give a shit. You violated your fucking restraining order the second you made that turn down Sandstone Street. Or didn’t you know you had one? Lawyer filed it first thing this morning. You come anywhere near her from now on and your ass will be back in jail faster than you can call me your fucking son again.”
“You’re serious? You’d call the police on your old man?”
“No,” Bam Bam pipes up. “I won’t make him do that. I’ll call them.”
Chapter 6
I ’m just amping up to call the police on Angel’s sceevy sperm donor, when a car rolls up in the driveway and the entire Finding Nolan crew climbs out.
Moe Hollis takes one look at Blaise, Derek, Royce and Hudson, all built like fucking MMA fighters, and apparently decides it’s time to go. Then he spots Ava and actually starts running toward the street where his shitty old car is parked, outside the gate, which I’m thinking might be more for show than purpose.
For the next ten minutes, there’s a great deal of man on man hugging and plenty of Ava insisting it’s okay for everyone to cry. She even takes a minute to pinky swear everyone one of them she won’t ever tell anyone. No one makes me swear. No one cries either. Except for Ava. Who apparently can’t stop because she watched Shawshank Redemption too many damn times when she was in high school.
“I need coffee,” she blubbers on her way past me to the kitchen.
“Good luck with that. I spent the last hour in there trying to find some.”
She shrugs. “It’s cool. I brought the Coffee God with me.” She turns back over her shoulder. “Hudson. We need some magic coffee dust over here.”
He cocks a half smile and hurries over. “That’s cute. Playing on my former barista job and calling me a fairy all in one shot.”
“Yes. Now come over here and make something happen. Just don’t whip out your wand to do it.”
I shake my head. “Really? A penis reference? Is this how you’re going to be approaching this entire situation?” Actually, inappropriate jokes is how we all deal with everything. So, yeah.
“Give me a sec and I’ll come up with something to say about your boobs. Are you even wearing a bra?” She’s pointing at my chest, her index finger
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