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“Unc, breathe.” He needed to set feelings aside and put the club first.
“Shit, You’re right. You’re right. My VP, are you hurt?”
“No.”
As if afraid of the answer, he asked, “Piercer okay?”
By my responses, and knowing the man well, when I held up the phone to my brother, he smiled. “I’m all good, Unc.”
Putting the phone back to my ear, I heard a sigh of relief.
I told him, “The young one says it’s time to battle.”
Weatherman exhaled heavily. “That means deaths, but since my blood brother just put that on the table by going after my VP, it looks like we have no choice.” After a groan he added, “Meet me at The Bend.”
Hanging up, Piercer asked, “Do we discuss what she is with him?”
“No,” I hurriedly replied. “If we’re about to stir a hornet’s nest, we don’t need the men on our side thinking we’ve gone cuckoo.”
Passing through Murphy, North Carolina, we were traveling through the gorge when we spotted a headlight blink. I flashed mine, telling Weatherman I saw him but didn’t need to. Like a child, Piercer raced from my side to get to our uncle first.
I was right behind Pierce as he idled up right next to Weatherman’s bike, holding out a fist for him to bump. “Missed you, old man!”
Weatherman, sitting on his bike facing me, bumped Piercer’s fist then let his fingers pop open, pretending an explosion happened between them. It’s something he taught Piercer when a kid.
Turning off my bike, my mouth fell open as a truth was revealed.
I had always thought Piercer looked more like Mom, but watching Weatherman and him interact, I couldn’t help but notice the similarities.
Holy shit. Unc fucked Mom?
I quickly closed my gaping mouth when he looked at me. His voice trembled as if he was worried he’d never see me again, “Mio—” but then he caught sight of Rosa.
Practically mirroring the look I’d seen on my brother’s face earlier, Unc’s brow lifted. “Catch you a keeper, VP?”
Apparently, this night was full of surprises.
Lost in thought, I uttered, “Something like that.”
To help convince Unc it was her looks that captured me, not her angelic demon ways, I undid her bandana to let loose her luscious hair.
As it cascaded down her back to hit the gas tank of my bike, Weatherman lightly whistled his approval.
She stirred, her lips, purposely, brushing mine before moving her head to my other shoulder. Then she was out again.
Weatherman tilted his head, his eyes laced with hurt and disappointment. “You drug her?”
Even though it was common practice within the club, I had to fight a cringe. I would never want Rosa with only half her wits when I fucked her. “No, she uh, had too much watermelon punch.”
His eyes popped. “From the festival? You’ve been riding, holding her like that for hours?”
It should’ve made me fatigued, for sure, but it didn’t. I blew off the oddity with a casual, “Time flew by with this creature in my arms, know-what-I-mean?” I winked, caressing her back.
Piercer huffed at the word ‘creature’ but didn’t elaborate on how he believed Rosa to be far worse.
A sign Weatherman was smelling a ‘brewing’ lie was his nose twitching. It happened while he studied Piercer then me, yet he let it slide by replying, “Can’t blame you for that.” Crossing his thick arms across his chest, he asked, “Think it’s wise to bring her home with shit about to go splat?”
Combing Rosa’s hair with my fingers so that Weatherman understood she truly was a keeper, I solemnly said, “Not even sure if I have a home anymore.”
