Double shit.
I ignore both of them and walk to my mother. She is barely five foot in heels but has the voice of a pterodactyl. I feel their eyes follow me, and it’s like I am being stripped naked from both directions.
“You yelled?”
“Don’t irritate me,” Mom says.
“You look beautiful,” I tell her.
I never see mom dressed up. She is always in jeans and T-shirts with her biker boots. She even has a few leather vests she wears. They aren’t club cuts, and don’t have patches on them. Thank Christ. I told her I’d disown her if she ever got a cut that says, ‘Property Of’ on the back.
Her mint green dress is a respectable length and has short sleeves. It shows a lot of cleavage and hugs her curves. Mom has an amazing figure and is well into her fifth decade. I can only hope I look as fabulous as her when I am her age.
“She is almost ready.”
“Good, because Felix is freaking the fuck out and if she doesn’t come up and get this thing over and done with, he might do a runner.”
“Seriously?” I bark out a laugh. “I’d pay to see that.”
“Don’t be a bitch.”
“I am a bitch.”
“You’re not." Mom waves her hand, she has more important things to worry about. “I need Hudson,” she shouts. “I can’t find him,” she tells me. “Is he down there sneaking under Waverley’s skirt?”
“Not that I saw,” I snicker.
“Do you think that is all I do, Rosa?”
We turn to see Hudson coming in through the back hallway. He’s dressed similarly to Handlebar, except his shirt is dark blue. He isn’t wearing his cut either, which is pretty much a non-existent occurrence. These guys are attached to their cuts like they are attached to their dicks.
“She’s not wrong,” I tell him.
Hudson smirks at me. “I’d sooner lose a testicle than be anywhere near my house right now.”
“Good call,” I say. “It’s my version of hell down there.”
“Is Waveokay?” he asks.
I roll my eyes. “Of course she is, she’s loving it. Don’t be surprised if she isn’t expecting a ring from you sooner rather than later.”
Hudson’s eyes flare at the suggestion. I don’t know if Waverley is ready to marry Hudson or not but the look in his eye says it is something he’s thought about. Fuck, they’re already practically married with their matching tattoos.
“Stop antagonizing people,” Mom says as she looks up at Hudson who towers over her. “I need you to go talk to Felix, keep him in one place, don’t let him out of your sight.”
“What the fuck for?”
“Because he looks like he’s about to bolt.”
Hudson laughs. “She will kill him if he even thinks about that.”
“I’d feel better if he was tied to a chair. You’re good at that shit.”
Hudson glares at her assumption but there is no real heat behind it, he loves Mom as much as I do. He works closely with my dad, which means tying people to chairs is something he’s used to. I choose to ignore that. He agrees to go lasso Felix down and leaves the bar.
“Can I help with anything?” I ask, more out of politeness than wanting to help.
Mom gives me a look that says she is fully aware of that but takes full advantage of the offer. She shoves a box of clipped yellow roses into my arms.
