“We’ll see. Sounds like rabbit food.”
But I was used to his “we’ll sees” too.
Then he lifted me up on the back of the bike and got out the helmet.
“Feeling better?” I asked.
Another snort was my only answer.
Luckily I was fluent in them.
Fizz happened to be around when we arrived back at the clubhouse and after Abraham had gone without another word out to the Shop, he asked what had happened.
I told him Abraham was just working on his blood sugar and Fizz poured himself a massive cup of iced tea and settled in to gossip.
“It’s my understanding,” Fizz said. “That the Prez has mother issues.”
“Oh?” I asked, trying not to encourage him too much but also desperate to know anything about Abraham.
“His mother left when he was only a teen and it kind of fucked him up.”
“Why did she leave?”
“No one knows.”
“What was his father like?”
“Oh, he was a prime asshole. People think Mangler is a hard man, they should’ve seen his daddy. Bones is hard but fair. His daddy was. . . just a dick.”
Hmmm.
I think it was the success of Uncle and Vladdy that went to my head a bit.
Whatever Vladdy had said must have had an effect, because I noticed both of them seemed marginally more cheerful.
“So how many club bunnies does Legends usually have?” I asked innocently as Mac came in to get a drink. “I can help get the room ready?”
“Couple of dozen,” Mac shrugged. “Prez always keeps it short, though. A couple months at a time, then he makes us get all new ones. And they’re always shared with everyone, too.”
“You’re the first one I’ve ever seen him getpossessiveabout,” Fizz put in.
“Shhh,” I whispered, trying not to glance desperately around even though I flushed with pleasure.
“So you think his mother leaving made him—think he’s awoman hater?” I hissed, hoping desperately that Fizz wouldn’t answer at the top of his lungs.
Abraham passed by on the other side of the garage, and I saw him through the window, hauling two huge tires in his arms, and mygodwas he ever strong.
There was no one like him.
“Yep. Maybe if there had ever been a trace of her.”
“Oh, really? And no one knows where she went?”
“Not a damn soul. Prez doesn’t know.”
“Has he ever tried to find her?”
“I don’t know. He told me she’d disappeared and he didn’t know how to find her.”
