“Oh shit,” Blue murmurs, chuckling. “You had to pick the daughter of the deadliest out of the bunch.”
“Hey, my dad’s an angel,” Jeanie snickers, “unless you knock up one of his girls.”
“Does Sam look like that too?” Thea asks with amusement. Lifting my head so that they get a good look at my face, she winces in sympathy.
“No,” I mutter grumpily, wondering how she knows about Sam and Ally’s news. I’m not firing on all cylinders, though, and I know she’s in contact with Moira and Butcher. Makes me wonder how many more know of my initiation.
“Here,a stór,” Jeanie shoves a bacon sandwich under my nose and a cup of coffee into my hand. “Eat, you’ll feel better.”
“Thanks, sweetness,” I say, taking a tentative bite of the sandwich. And when it stays and doesn’t make its way back up, I wolf it down. Wondering why the table has gone silent as I eat, I look up and bite back a grin when I note Jeanie looking at each of my brothers with a deadly eye as if daring them to say something about my state. I love that she’s not scared to stand up to them.
I’m feeling a little more human now that I have some food in me, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t feel the pain when Coal bellows, “Church!” right by my ear.
“Fuck,” I groan, holding my head, wondering if I am too young to die. He did that on purpose, the dickhead. Standing from the table, I move to follow my brothers to church. They all seem to make ten times more noise than usual.
“Take this,” Jeanie pushes another bottle of water into my hands, ordering, “drink that while you’re in Church.”
Kissing her forehead, I say, “Thanks, sweetness.” Opening the bottle, I drink half of it by the time I’m at the door to church.
Finding my chair, I sink into it and wait for the meeting to start. Only remembering just in time to block my ears with my fingers as Coal hits the table with the gavel.
“Fucker,” I mutter as he smirks at me.
Nickel punches my shoulder. “Show your pres some respect.”
“Fuck off, Nickel. You know as well as I do that, he wasn’t being my Pres right then; he was being an annoying older brother.”
The brothers are laughing at us, but mostly at me. Wankers! I love that word. That’s what they are: a bunch of wankers, the lot of them.
I’m brought out of my thoughts by Coal clearing his throat. Cross nudges my shoulder.
My gaze roams the table in confusion to find them all looking at me.
“What?
“You tell us, Bolt,” Coal states. “You’re the one who asked for this meeting.”
“I did?”
Coal nods. “Yep.”
I’m thinking hard, but for the life of me I don’t remember shit. This hangover is like a fog, and none of these fuckers are giving me a clue. Wankers!
Tilting my hips, I ease my phone from my pocket and bring up my messages.
'Huh, he’s right; there is a message.'
I squint as I try to make out what I wrote. I must have been drunker than a skunk when I sent it because it’s confusing as hell.
ME – nee cl church.
PRES/PIABB - ?
ME – CALL chur 2mr
PRES/ PIABB – Fucksake Bolt. Are you drunk? Why do I need to call church tomorrow?
ME – Jean OL
