I shut my eyes, chasing away the feeling of his hands, lips and cock out of my mind. Hushing all the whispered words, promises and declarations as I drag a desperate breath in.
“Wh-what do you mean? Why? Emett! Can you please sit down? You’ll wake up Grandpa.”
Electra slams her phone on the table. On the screen it shows a plane ticket. “That fucking idiot thinks he can just ship me off! Me! I’ll show him where he can shove his tickets.”
“Electra,” I warn. “Little ears.”
She stops, her eyes growing wide and mouths,Shit. I’m sorry.
“Oh, I can read lips too, Auntie Electra,” Emett adds nonchalantly, and she winces sheepishly while I sigh.
“Yep, he can. However, this doesn’t explain why we’re going to the game.”
“Shh, Mommy,” Emett half whines, half hisses. “She might change her mind and not take us and then I’m just gonna die!” He heavily exaggerates the last part.
“I’m not going to change my mind, little man. I need all the help I can get to kick Exton’s butt.”
“Mr. Axe? But he’s nice!”
“Oh, buddyyy, you don’t even know the half of it.” Electra gets worked up all over again and Emett frowns, turning to me.
“Mommy, I think she needs some of that chamile tea. You didn’t drink all of it yesterday, did ya?”
“Nope, still have some.”
“Why? What happened yesterday?”
“Oh, Mom was all sad and mad and she even yelled at Ashley during practice. Nana kept saying she was going to murder some Peach pistol the next time she sees him. Do you know who that is, Auntie?”
“Okay, gossip hour is over for you. Up you go to wash up and get ready while I make you breakfast.”
“But it’s still dark out!”
“Well, then you should head back to bed.”
“Yeah, that’s not happening! I’m going to see the Outlaws today! Oh man, I need to pick out my outfit!” As fast as a lightning bolt, Emett is off the chair and running down the hall.
“Who’s Peach pistol?” Electra asks right away.
“No one important.” I turn around, reaching for the mugs with unsteady hands.
“Yeah, I don’t buy it. Stella doesn’t give nicknames to just anyone.”
“Well, maybe you should ask her then. And we’re not talking about me, you’re the one with the crisis.”
Nope, I don’t have a crisis. I have a never-ending storm.
“It’s Sava, isn’t it?” The mug I was holding nearly slips out of my grasp. “What did he do? Because if he hurt you in any way, I’ll end him.” Electra’s tone grows serious and I’m almost terrified to go to this game today with her when she’s on a warpath.
I wouldn’t put it past my friend to charge onto the ice and smack them all up their heads with their own sticks.
The front door opens without knocking.
“What’s with the morning meeting?” Stella walks in, taking off her jacket.
“And what are you doing here this early?”
“I saw Electra’s car parked out front and all the lights turned on and got worried.”
