“Oh, my god.” I dropped my face into my hands. “You are such adick.”
“Guilty.”
“Who’s entertaining her?”
He leaned away from me. “Wrath.”
“Holy shit, Tristan, drive!”
We were seconds from the gates of the compound, and I jumped out of the car almost before it had come to a complete stop, running into the cabin and almost slipping on the hardwood as I tried to stop myself from running into the wall.
“Mom?” I called as I walked in.
“Over here, honey.”
I glanced around the room full of bikers and found her sitting in the corner with Sierra, a cup of tea in front of her and I bit my lip and smiled at my best friend who was the greatest human being on the planet.
I made my way over to them, and my mom stood, pulling me in for a hug. “What are you doing here?” I asked.
“My baby girl nearly dies in a fire and then doesn’t tell me about it for days? You don’t think I wouldn’t rush my booty to her side to make sure she’s okay?”
I blushed, dropping my head in contrition. “Sorry, Mama.”
She sighed. “Now, what’s this about the townhouse being fumigated?”
“Oh, uh, right.”
“Termites,” I said at the same time as Sierra said, “Roaches.”
“Termites and roaches,” I corrected. “It’s sort of an infestation.”
“Totally Biblical,” Sierra interjected, and I gave her a look of warning. We did not need to go into any further detail to push my mother off the rails more than she was fixing to be.
“Oh, my word,” Mom breathed out. “We paid prime money for that home. I’m going to need to call the insurance company.”
“No,” I rushed to say, maybe a bit aggressively. “Um, Orion’s club is helping us out, so we don’t need to get the insurance company involved.”
“Why are you staying here?” she whispered. “I’d feel much better if you girls were in a hotel. I’ll make a call and book you a room.”
“No, Mama, it’s okay.”
All of a sudden, my mother’s face twisted into both disgust and fear, and I turned to see Orion walking in, soaking wet and covered in blood.
“What the hell happened?” I cried, rushing to him, my mother quickly forgotten.
Orion frowned in my mother’s direction and looked to Wrath for answers.
“It’s my mom,” I whispered, annoyed he’d ignored my question.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
“Why are you covered in blood?” I demanded, running my hands over his chest.
“It’s not my blood, Frazzle,” he whispered. “Give me a minute.”
“No. I want answers,Adam,” I growled.
He grabbed my wrists and bent down to get eye-to-eye with me. “I need to go get cleaned up so I can meet your mom without totally freaking her the fuck out. Wanna give me a few minutes to do that, or do you want to stand here and bust my balls with her continuing to watch?”
