“Just them?” Lindsey focuses on Rory who shakes her head.
“Mase’s twin Maverick, Luc, Dominic and Jace are back at Luc’s grandmother’s house on Belford street,” Rory tells her.
Lindsey’s eyes gleam with amusement. “Fallon’s gonna freak.”
“You are the only people who bet how many partners someone is going to get.” Rory shakes her head in mock disappointment.
“How did you find out about that? Ahhhh, Ethan told you. He just can’t keep his mouth shut. You know, I bribed him with some really hot—“
“Oi! I don’t wanna hear about that!” Rory puts her hands over her ears as she speaks.
“Don’t want to hear about what?” I turn to my left as the teenager from outside the house strolling in.
“Where’s the girl?” Rory asks him. “I wanted to meet her.”
“No fu-freakingway,” Cal I’m assuming relents when Lindsey shoots him a glare.
“Mum does a good enough job keeping Ocean away from the house after she opened the door and pointed a .22 at her,” Cal informs Rory.
They do some complicated handshake before ending it with a fist bump.
“You pointed a .22 at some poor girl?” Rory says amused.
“I thought she was Drake. I’m pissed at him.” Lindsey rolls her eyes. Rory goes to question her but pauses and tilts her head.
The sound of multiple motorbikes roaring fills the street.
“Huh, they’re early.” Lindsey walks over to the window and peeks out the blinds.
I subconsciously inch closer to Rory. My hand drifts to the gun resting on my hip, covered by my hoodie.
From the corner of my eye, Mase moves to stand behind Rory, his hands resting on her shoulders. To anyone else, it would just seem like a normal ‘need to have my hands on my girl’ situation but not now. He’s covering Rory with his body, in case something’s about to go down.
“Cal, do you want to make Rory, myself and Rory’s men a hot chocolate, please?” Lindsey ruffles Cal’s hair and he rolls his eyes.
“Mum,” he whines, “leave my hair alone. What’s taking Dad so long? He’ll back me up.”
“What’s Mum done?” A deep baritone voice comes from a mountain of a man who steps in the door and immediately gets told to take off his biker boots.
“Nothing,” Lindsey shoots back at the same time Cal says, “she touched my hair.”
A gasp comes from behind the mountain and a blue haired storm blows through pushing him out of the way.
“Linds, our son is a man now, you cannot touch his hair. He had it perfectly styled by the time I left this morning.” A no less intimidating man sweeps Lindsey off her feet, kissing her deeply.
“Ewww.” Cal and Rory groan unanimously.
My lips twitch in an attempt to hold back my grin.
“Rowan, get the fuck out of the doorway.” Someone growls. The mountain or Rowan, I’m assuming, wisely moves out of the doorway where he was untying his shoelaces. Another other built and need I say,super fucking hotman comes in the door.
“What are you doing home early?” Lindsey questions.
“Cal called when Rory got here.” The guy wraps his arm around Lindsey’s shoulders. “We were in the area and thought we’d stop in.”
I realise my hand still hasn’t moved off my gun when Rory places her hand on my arm.
“It’s alright, Alec.” She murmurs low enough for only myself and maybe Mason to hear. I slowly remove my hand, hesitantly.
