She knows this is all her fault. I get that Dad was always busy with the club, and women threw themselves at him, but he still came home to her, always her, and now she needs to lie in the bed she made, and hopefully he’ll come around.
Whether that is before or after he catches an STD or worse, knocks someone up, I don’t know.
“You’ve got to talk to your mama at some point, son,” my dad says as he hands his phone to Buck, but Ace snorts, “Nah, I don’t.”
Dad swallows as he looks at Mama before heading into church, knowing he won’t be able to convince him to give Mama a chance. Once a month, the old timers join in to see if they have any ideas to add to help earn us more money.
“She made a mistake, brother, years ago, she hasn’t looked at another man since,” I try softly, and he glares my way.
“That we know of!” he reminds me and I wince before he asks, “And if it was Holly who fucked another guy around your kid’sconception and blurts out in front of said kid that he may not have been yours, fucking your kid up?” I pause for a moment, allowing his words to hit me. Possessiveness rages deep inside me.
Yeah, okay, I get it, and the fact that we only found out because Mama lost it with Dad for trying to help Ash forgive Trigger, yeah, I completely get it.
“Get in church,” I groan, and he smirks, handing his phone to Buck, and I look at Mama one more time to see her looking down, tears trailing her face, and I flinch.
I love my mama, I do, and so does Ace, but her confession, something she clearly wanted to keep a secret, about what she did to Dad, has fucked my brother up more because there was a chance he wasn’t going to be Dad's.
Shaking my head, I hand Buck my phone and walk into church, rounding the table before taking a seat next to my little brother, patting his back, just as the door to church closes, and Doc bangs the gavel.
“Alright fuckers, let’s get this meeting started. Tank and I have a night shift tonight,” he states, and Tank groans, clearly forgetting he’s at the hospital later.
The brothers all grin while I shake my head with a guilty smile
I had him in the garage this morning. With how my mindset is lately, I’m fucking glad he was there—those five services wouldn’t have gotten done otherwise. But now I feel guilty, knowing he’s got to work all night and probably tomorrow morning too, knowing how the hospital is.
Fuck, I don’t think I’m going to relax until Hol is back in my arms.
This whole space shit is beginning to piss me off, even if I understand it.
I want my girl, but she needs space—even if it hurts. She’s at her limit but maybe if I pick up Caleb, I can use him as a reason to see her and convince her we don’t need a whole week apart.
Does that make me a jackass? Yeah. Do I care? No.
I miss my girl.
“Let’s begin with the diner, how are we looking with a new waitress, Ace?” Doc asks, and my brother sighs while I raise a brow at him as he leans further back in his seat.
Uh-oh.
“Four people came in for an interview. I kicked three out. The fourth got scared away from the cut—honest to fuck—he took one look at my patch and nearly pissed himself. The fucker actually ran into the door, breaking his own nose," he mentions, and I chuckle with everyone else.
“Why did you kick three out?” I ask with curiosity, and he winces.
“I already fucked them and didn’t need more drama,” he admits reluctantly, and I full-blown laugh, causing him to shove me while Dad sighs, “My son, gentlemen, the man whore where no woman will settle down with him because too many will come out of the woodworks.”
The brothers laugh while I laugh harder at Ace’s scowl.
“First of all, I relish in my player ways fuck you very much and second of all, like I told Dirty, I’m not the one for settling down. I don’t want kids, I don’t want a wife or an old lady, I’m happy being the fun uncle,” he states and I try to calm my laughter but the more he speaks the more it comes out.
“If you find the one, son, you won’t be able to hold back,” Canine, Stone’s dad, informs him with a grin, but Ace just rolls his eyes.
The fucker really believes he won’t get knocked on his ass, and it’s fucking annoying, especially since he saw all of us fall—even me, when I was sure I wouldn’t.
Okay, he needs to be brought down a peg or two and preferably before his whoring ways come to bite him in the ass when he does find the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with.
“I bet you, a hundred bucks that this time next year, you’ll be happily married with a baby on the way, or fuck, even have a baby already,” Trigger says, clearly having the same thoughts as me, and I grin widely while my brother scoffs.
“That’ll be the easiest fucking hundred bucks I make,” he states, so I add, “Count me in on that bet,” and Ace grins wide and mumbles, “Two hundred bucks, perfect.”
