ORLA
I already know the answer. She told me yesterday. Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing.
BEAR
Did I not pound you into the bed enough? How are you awake already?
ORLA
We have a visitor making life very difficult to sleep through.
My heartrate picked up. I dialled Orla immediately.
“Who the fuck is there?” I asked her, my voice tight with worry.
“Your fucking mother,” she ground out. “She’s vacuuming currently because apparently I’m not allowed to sleep after being thoroughly pounded by my man all morning.”
I could hear my mother’s voice in the background yelling obscenities at my woman and my blood boiled. I moved out of the clubhouse and toward the garage so no one could hear me.
“Put her on the fucking phone.”
Orla said something away from the receiver, and soon I heard my mother’s sing-song voice on the other end.
“Your house is a pigsty, son, I’m just helping you to clean it, since your woman doesn’t want to get off her lazy ass.”
“Get out of my house,” I said. “You call before you come over. Whether or not Orla wants to get up is upto her, and since I fucked her for hours this morning, I’m surprised she woke up at all.”
“I don’t really need to know that much about you, son.”
“Well, then you know where the door is.”
“She should do something other than lounge around,” my mother continued. “I had to have a job, so she should too.”
“She has one, not that it matters to you, and you needed a job because my dad didn’t support you. You weren’t his wife. Orla will be mine, and she can do whatever the fuck she wants. Now let her sleep.”
“Fine,” she said, her voice strained with anger. “You don’t want me in your life like your useless father? I won’t be.”
“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” I said, annoyed that she continued to speak about Orla like that when she was in the room with her. “Give the phone back to Or.”
I heard a screech before a torrent of curse words, and then Orla came back on the line.
“What the fuck was that?”
“She threw it at me and it hit me in the gut,” she said. “She’s gone now.”
“Don’t let her fucking come in next time. She’s not welcome unless I’m there.”
“Babe, I didn’tlether do anything. She has a fucking key, and it really doesn’t bother me. I’ve dealt with more shit than she can throw at me.”
Fuck, how the hell did she have a key? I’d never given her one.
“I need to know what happened to Shona.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Orla…”
“Alex…”
