And then, I was fucking out.
***
Something woke me from a dead sleep.
That was when I heard a phone ringing.
I knew it wasn’t mine, so I knew it had to be hers.
When she didn’t move, I said, "Your phone is ringing, sweetheart.”
Sleepily, she said, “I don’t care.”
I shrugged and ignored it.
We both fell back asleep.
Then... a-fucking-gain, the ringing of it woke me up.
She growled.
The moment she grabbed her phone, that soft look I’ve gotten so many times before was gone, and in its place was the look I never wanted to see again.
It was the same look she had on when she came to the clubhouse on the night we met.
Whoever the fuck it was, I was going to plant my boot up their fucking ass.
Kimber sighed, then she said, “This is the sixth time she’s called in two days. I’d better take it.”
I nodded, “I’m right here if you need me, baby girl.”
She smiled, kissed my chest, right over her name, then she answered her cell, “Hey, Mom.”
She listened, then she said, “Why?”
She listened, and then she growled, “You both disowned me. Why would I be allowed to come there tonight?”
She listened again, then she sighed, “Fine. But I’m bringing someone with me.”
She lifted her brow in question at me.
I winked and nodded.
“Yes, a man.” She said.
Then she listened again, then answered her mother, “No, Mom.”
Then she hung up and murmured, “Yeah, love you too.”
Then she face planted into my chest.
I took her cell and asked, “You, okay?”
She shrugged.
“It’ll be okay, baby. I’ll be there with you, yeah?”
She sighed, “Yeah, honey.”
