Me: Be at the club in two hours. I’m handing Grease his ass. Thought you’d like to see it happen.
Her response?
V: What the fuck!
Yeah exactly. What. The. Fuck. Suddenly I really couldn’t wait.
V
Iwas at AuntiePam’s with her and Caroline when Rocket’s message came through, and I immediately showed her my phone. She gasped, grabbing hers and checking it, her fingers trembling a little.
“Oh. Thank god for that. Harley’s not involved at all. He’s messaged to say not to panic, and that he’s just there to watch.” I loved how he did his best to protect her and keep her informed, so she didn’t panic.
Auntie Pam frowned at us. “Something with your men?” Our men? Did I have a man? Was that what Rocket was now? My man? I mean, we were literally trying to make a baby, but for who? For us? Or just for me? I had no idea what his expectations were, because surprise surprise, we didn’t go there, did we?
“Sounds like two of them are planning to beat each other up!” Caroline gasped, looking adorably scandalised, but also leaving it to me to say what was actually happening.
“Rocket and Grease. It’s been brewing for a while, I heard.”
Auntie Pam tilted her head at me. “Isn’t that your one? Rocket? Who names these people?”
Caroline giggled, but I was still puzzling over whether Rocket was my man.
“I’m going to the club. I can’t not know what’s happening. He might need help.”
Caroline stood up, tucking her phone in her pocket.
“I’m coming too.”
I exchanged a concerned look with Auntie Pam.
“C, it’s going to be loud, and there will be violence. You don’t need to be there.”
She lifted her chin at me, classic stubborn Caroline behaviour. Dammit. Tough love time?
“Don’t come crying to me if you want to leave. I’m going to be there for Rocket. I might even stay if he needs me.”
“What about the pup?” Auntie Pam asked, gesturing to the sweet baby I was looking after for Rocket. My god, did that mean he really was my man? Or were we just co-parenting Nixie somehow?
I lifted her and passed her to Caroline, because with someone to look after, I had a feeling she’d cope better.
“Let’s go, cuz. I don’t want to miss seeing the smug grin wiped off that dick Grease’s face.”
She gasped as she followed me, stopping to hug her mother, while I grabbed my keys.
“He’s not a… he’s actually not bad.”
I rolled my eyes, stepping outside and gesturing at her to hurry.
“Trust me, with Rocket, he’s a real fucker.”
“Victoria!”
I waved to Auntie Pam, and we headed toward the club, with me maybe leaning on the accelerator a little too much. We couldn’t miss this, and not because we wanted to watch them fight, or at least mostly not. If Rocket was injured after, whether I was his woman or not, I wanted to look after him. He’d do it for me. I knew that without even having to think about it.
At the gates, we both said hi to the prospect, who was apparently called Joey, and who recognised Caroline instantly. He pulled the gate open and gestured to the opposite side of the gate from normal.
“Expecting more rides coming in, so best leave that thing over there.”
