Blowing out a long breath, I try to keep my shit together.
“I’m not leaving the club. I’m back and I’m going to show you that I’m going nowhere.”
Her cheeks balloon as she exhales heavily. “I see I’m not going to change your mind so why don’t I make us breakfast.”
“That’ll be great. Thanks, Mom.”
I wash up while she busies herself in the kitchen. Bracing my hands on the sink, I stare at myself in the mirror.
I am a Lost Soul, and nothing is going to change it. I’ve learned the hard way what the cost of having enemies is and I’ll have my eyes wide open next time. Jogging down the stairs, I follow the smell of egg and bacon and take my place at the table.
“I have to know one thing.” I nod and she goes on to ask, “This club of yours, do they take mothers sons and keep them locked up, making their loved ones believe they’re dead?”
I’m sure they would if they had to, but for her sake, I shake my head. “No, Mom. We’re not like that.”
“Okay. That’s good,” she mutters. “Another thing, I want a phone call every day. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll come over to that club and make a scene.”
I would have laughed before but the situation is too raw at the moment, so I agree.
I eat and without seeming like I’m running, I let myself out after one last hug, and I see Luca sat on his motorcycle at the end of the street.
“How did it go?” he asks when I approach him.
“About as well as you’d expect.”
“What did you tell her?”
“The truth, leaving out a few details.”
“I get that she’s your mom, but can she be trusted with our truths?”
“Yes, she knows the consequences I’ll have to face.”
He nods and jerks his chin to the van parked behind him.
“Jump in, he’ll take you back to the club.”
7
Luca
Walking into the club, I seek out Angel. The fucker is sat with Rudi by the bar, leaning into one another sharing tender looks. I cut across the bar and clear my throat. Angel leans back in his chair and gives me his full attention.
“How did Ford get on?” he asks.
“I want you to keep an eye on his mom. He said it went well but I don’t know her, and I don’t like what I don’t know.”
“Fair enough. I’ll make sure she doesn’t give us trouble.”
I slap him on the shoulder in thanks and leave him to his old lady. I’m more than glad Ford is home, but he’s got a lot of shit to sort out and I don’t want any blowback on the club.
“Luc! There’s someone here to see you,” Konan hollers.
Before I head outside to see who the visitor is, I ask King, “Has Tor been down yet?”
“Yeah, she came down about an hour ago, made River a bottle, and then went back up to your room.”
I nod and walk outside to see who’s here. A sleek black town car is parked at the curb and as I make myself known, the driver of said town car gets out and opens the back door. A guy I’venever met before climbs out, sharply suited, reminding me a little of the Haywards.
