“Exactly,” Stoney said. “You’ll see your moment if you’re patient.”
“Okay, you can stop scaring my kid now,” I snapped.
“He’s not scaring me, Auntie,” Felix countered. “He’s teaching me how to be a man.”
“You seem to have had some serious conversations,” I observed.
Stoney set him on his feet and gave him a fist bump. “We’re buddies.”
“Yeah! Buddies,” Felix said excitedly.
“You doing okay, sweetie?” I asked, hunkering in front of him.
“Yeah, but I’m hungry.”
“Nonna made meatballs.”
“Yes,” he hissed, pumping his fist.
“Go wash your hands, and I’ll warm some up for you.”
“Okay,” he said, and ran out of the room.
“I thought he slept while you were there,” I said to Stoney, rising to my feet and pulling the food out of the fridge.
“He was in and out. He was a little worried you’d be upset with him, so we talked about that, then more.”
“Why would I be upset?”
“He went with the teacher’s aide instead of getting on the bus, and he said you taught him never to do that.”
“She was in on it?”
“Yeah. We’re dealin’ with it,” he said.
I frowned. “You’re not going to kill her, are you?”
“Why do you think I’m gonna kill everyone? Jesus.”
“I know about one-percenters,” I admitted. “Luca’s explained it all.”
“Luca’s an ass.”
“Hey, that’s my brother.”
“Yeah, I’m aware,” he said, crossing his arms. “And he has no fuckin’ idea what me or my club are about, so he can go fuck himself.”
“You’re gonna need to stow that kind of language around Fox, Stoney,” I said. “And you’re gonna have to figure out how to get along with my brother, because that kidloveshis uncle.”
He sighed. “Why don’t you and Felix come to family night? We actually have one coming up a week from Saturday.”
“I don’t think a biker compound is appropriate—”
“All done!” Felix announced, holding his hands up for perusal.
I smiled and ruffled his hair. “Good job, bud. Sit up at your seat, please. Do you want milk?”
“Yes, please,” he said. “Are you staying for dinner, Stoney?”
