“Okay,” I said finally.
“Better get some rest,” Will said in obvious relief, squeezing me tighter against him.
“Are you getting up?”
“Might in a while, see if Casper’s heard from my dad. Won’t be gone long, though.”
“Okay,” I said again, relaxing against his chest. “Night.”
I was out in seconds.
Chapter 20
Will
“What’re you doin’ up?” I asked in surprise as I dragged my tired ass into the main room. My mom, Aunt Farrah, Brenna and Trix were seated around a table with a half-empty bottle of tequila resting in the center.
“Tradition,” my mom said with a smile. “When the men are out of town, the mice will play.”
“Cats,” Brenna corrected, smacking my mom’s arm. “Perfect time for us to visit.”
“You see each other daily,” I pointed out, making my mom roll her eyes.
“Ash already passed out,” my mom said, chuckling. Samson’s old lady was a notorious light weight when it came to tequila.
“Homer’s old lady is knocked up, so she crashed before the kids, and Shady’s old lady has their son with her,” Trix said. “We were gonna wake Mel up, but we didn’t want to wake Rebel, too.”
“Good call.” I looked around the room. “Where’s Casper?”
“Your Uncle Casper is outside,” Farrah mumbled.
“You’re really givin’ me shit when you’re about to fall face-first into the table?” I joked.
“Be nice to me, Wilfred,” she ordered, smiling.
“Always.” I moved past them and headed toward the front just as my phone rang in my pocket.
“Hello?” I answered as I pushed through the front door.
“William,” my dad’s voice rasped. “You need to call everyone in.”
“What?” I stopped in my tracks and caught sight of Casper jogging toward me, Tommy on his heels.
“Everyone in,” my dad repeated. “Don’t forget a single fuckin’ person, you hear me?”
“I hear you,” I replied, stunned. What the fuck?#p#分页标题#e#
I glanced in confusion at my phone when it went dead.
“What’s goin’ on?” I asked, falling into step with Casper as he slowed.
“Dragon called,” he said, coming to a stop at the closed door. “Told me to pull the prospects off the gate and put Leo and Samson up there.” He shook his head. “Sent the other prospects to the back entrance. It’s all closed up, but who the fuck knows.”
“Dad just called and told me to bring everyone in,” I replied, lifting my phone up.
“Dragon told me the same. Lock everything down.”
“What the fuck is going on?”
“No idea, but they’re on their way back. We should know more in the morning.”
“I’ll call half and you call half?” I asked as he opened the door.
“Why can’t the women—oh. Shit,” he said, laughing a little.
Brenna was on the floor, flat on her back and snoring. Trix was laughing hysterically at the table, while Farrah debated the merits of drunk sex, gesturing with the tequila bottle. And my mom was hanging over Tommy’s shoulder.
“Bringin’ her to bed,” Tommy said with a huff, shaking his head. “Hopefully, she doesn’t puke all over my back.”
“Ah, hell,” Casper mumbled, moving toward the table. “I’ll get Trix and you get your aunt.”
“Why can’t you get your own wife?” I asked, eyeballing Farrah.
“Because Hulk won’t kill me for carryin’ his wife to bed,” Casper said in amusement.
I scoffed, but still headed straight for my aunt.
“Wilfred!” she sang as I pulled her up from the table.
“It’s not Wilfred.”
“Wilhelmina?
“No.” I bent at the waist and threw her over my shoulder.
“Will-you-take-me-to-dinner?”
“Nope.”
“Well, then, what is it?” She asked, slapping my ass. Jesus.
“William Butler Hawthorne,” I answered, walking quickly down the hallway to Casper’s room.
“Well, that’s boring.”
“So you’ve said,” I mumbled, jerking to try and keep her on my shoulder as she reached out to both sides and tried to touch the walls.
I carried her into the room and dropped her on the bed as she laughed.
“I liked you better when you thought your middle name was butter,” she joked as I pulled her shoes off.
“No, you didn’t.”
“True. I had to wipe your ass back then.”
“Can we never talk about you wipin’ my ass again?”