The brothers like to hug me just to piss him off.
“Charlie. It’s been a while,” I murmur once he lets me go.
Taylor comes in next. Taylor and I don’t like each other. Never have and never will. Mostly because he thought it would be funny to hit on me and then take it too far when I didn’t respond. His curly black hair sticks up in all directions and his jaw is covered in black stubble. His black eyes lock on me and I cringe on the inside. He reaches out to hug me and I elbow him in the face. Unfortunately I don’t break his nose.
Bummer.
“Bitch,” he mutters, moving far away from me.
“Dickhead,” I toss back, loud enough for everyone to hear.
I see Blade next, his blonde hair tied behind his head and the grey at the temples sticking out like a sore thumb. “Daughter. See you finally found your way home.” He bends down to kiss my cheek and I smirk.
“No, Rage found his way home. All he had to do was apologize for being an idiot. And tell me how beautiful I am.” I give Blade a wink and move to stand beside Damien. “Isn’t that right, babe?”
Damien growls and leans in to kiss me. It’s only a quick taste and I find myself wanting more. Alas, I’ll have to wait until Damien’s house isn’t full of bikers. “You’re too sassy for your own good,” Damien tells me and moves out of the way for my brother-in-law.
Storm and I stare each other down. Sometimes our relationship was hard considering he didn’t like me mothering him. But he needed it. The boy wouldn’t even wash his own clothes; I had to do it. Well, until he got with Lola then I made her do it.
Other times we got along famously. We’d pull pranks on the brothers and watch scary movies together. Damien likes to think he’s a badass but you put on a scary movie and he exits the room faster than lightening. Lola won’t watch them either so oftentimes it was just Storm and I.
“Glossy,” Storm states in his impassive voice. I hate when he talks like that. We all know he’s anything but impassive. The poor boy wears his heart on his sleeve whether he knows it or not.
I laugh and pull him down to me. I kiss each of his cheeks and watch him give me a smile before he quickly loses it. “Storm. I hope you didn’t give Lola too much shit. I asked her to stay at the clubhouse. Chutney too. They just refuse to listen.”
“She got what she deserved,” is his answer. I honestly don’t even want to know. They are both freaks.
Bastard stands at the doorway, looking anywhere but at me. Don’t ask me why, we were never close, so I don’t know how he operates. His brown hair is gelled out of the way of his dark green eyes while his full lips turn down in a sneer. I’ve never had a problem with Bastard. Which you might find strange because of his name, but in all honesty, they gave him that name because his father was married to another woman when he was born. So he literally is a bastard.
Out of all the brothers, Bastard is the one you wouldn’t find neck deep in club pussy or in alcohol. He never touched any of the drugs offered around and he always appears well groomed.
Damien comes up behind me while I watch Bastard and wraps his arms around my middle. He kisses my temple and then rocks me back and forth. “Do you need me to go upstairs? Can I get a cup of coffee first?” I ask, placing my hands on his.
“No, you’ll be talkin’ to us in the dinin’ room. This ain’t a normal church or anythin’. We just need to get some info outta ya,” Blade answers for him.
Damien lets me go and places his hand on the small of my back, guiding me into the dining room. He makes me sit at the head of the table while they all file in and sit around me. Storm to my left, Damien to my right and Blade next to him.
“What’s this about? You didn’t get the info you needed from Lola?” I question, shifting around in my seat, trying to get comfortable. Kind of hard in a wood chair with no cushion. If I lived here, these chairs would be outfitted to the utmost comfort.
They all look at each other and I grow a little nervous. Lola sees everything and hears everything. She could have told them all the details. I don’t know why they have to talk to me like this.
Blade clears his throat and looks at me closely. “You’re not gonna like what we have to say. I know ya, these boys know ya. But what needs to be said is gonna get said. You’re gonna listen and when I get done, you can have your say.”
Oh God, they are going to make me go on lockdown.
Damien grabs my hand and I wrench it away. They know I hate lockdown. One time during lockdown, Lola got hurt really badly and they wouldn’t let me leave to go see her. In fact, it was three weeks before they let me out to see her.