“Probably not. If you tell her I told you, I’ll make you pay.”
“Then you shouldn’t have told me. Besides, I don’t have to ask Rebel a fucking thing. I can just decline Meggie’s offer.”
“I told you to grow your brain cuz you don’t got no sense.Somebodyneeds to do you a favor.”
“I wish you’d stop calling me stupid. I think I’m reasonably intelligent.”
“Four things youaren’tintelligent about and those are the most important if you really like being around us.”
“I’m listening,” Kaia huffed around a yawn.
“Rebel, Diesel, the club girls, and Mom. If you can’t figure them out, leave and never come back.”
In spite of himself, Kaia thought about Fia. How she didn’t deserve the wrath she might face because he’d been drunk and in need of a fuck. He didn’t want to leave. As much of a rough time as the guys gave him, Meggie, Rebel, Jana, and Bunny accepted him for who he was.
It never occurred to him that Outlaw would come to the club. His head had been filled with their spectacular sex.
“I see you’re thinking.”
“Not about what you said.”
Axel gave him a disapproving look. “Then what was it?”
He couldn’t revealeverything, so he simply said, “I didn’t think your dad would come to the club.”
Axel blinked. And blinked some more, fluttering his eyelashes with too much exaggeration to Kaia’s way of thinking. Suddenly, he roared with laughter, thenstopped and glared at him. “You didn’t think Dad would go tohisclub?”
“I don’t ever remember him going so early on a Sunday.”
“You haven’t lived with us long enough to know all the different times Dad goes. Although I still don’t understand why you slept withFia, I see why you didn’t hide it right. Which you couldn’t have because you did it in front of Diesel. As soon as Rebel forgives him, he will find you and hold what you did over your hair for the rest of your fucking life.”
“Uh, head?”
“Your hair is above your head.”
“My hair is on my head.”
“It’s still growing out of it, stupid.”
“I don’t care. That isn’t how the saying goes.”
Axel punched Kaia’s shoulder. “I’m tired of you motherfuckers correcting me about sayings that don’t make no fucking sense.”
“Not to you. Most have been around for a very long time.”
“Shit has been around for a long time, too. Does that make it smell better? I say stuffs that make sense tome. I don’t got to say nothing else to make sense tonobodyelse. If you understand me and get the point, you don’t got a fucking thing to say. Understand?”
“Perfectly.”
“Now, do a poem for me.”
“Are you setting me up?”
“Do it and you’ll see.”
“My poetry is special to me.”
“Would you just think of something?”
