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I just chuckle, "It's my old lady; of course it's fucking strange."
He still looks confused, and I shake my head. "Don't worry, brother; I'll ask her later; we'll get to the bottom of it."
He nods and puts his bandana around his mouth, his eyes still unfocused as Ink walks out of the clubhouse towards us, scowling. I sigh and shake my head. He's gone off the rails this past month after the revelations about his mom came out. He barely stays in the same room as me, and it's starting to fucking piss me off.
As he gets to his bike, I bring Slicer out of his head, who smirks at my words, "What's pissed you off, brother? Sophie decided you weren't pretty enough for her."
He scowls, refusing to look at me, making me want to punch him.
"I fucked up."
I snort while Slicer shakes his head, and we both talk simultaneously.
"Seriously? Again?"
"Whatcha do this time? Wear her favorite underwear."
He finally turns to us and glares, his cold eyes meeting my amused ones.
I grin wide while Slicer chuckles, and Ink sighs, rubbing a hand through his hair.
"I kind of might have taken my anger over 'her' out on her." He clears his throat. "I called her a whore."
My eyes widen in shock, my mouth hanging open while Slicer spits out his drink that he's just taken a sip out of all over his bike, causing Hawk to chuckle next to him as he curses, trying to wipe the coke off his handlebars. Ink clears his throat, trying not to smile, but his lips twitch before it fades again, realizing he fucked up big time.
You never, and I mean, fucking never, call the woman you want a whore.
I shake my head at the idiot.
"Alright, little brother, here's what we're going to do. You're going to get your shit together on this little road trip. You're going to drag your fucking ass over to her apartment and fucking grovel, grovel as you've never before, and pray, fucking pray that she doesn't rip your balls off because, believe me, it's where she'd be aiming for."
He winces before looking at me, his eyes full of guilt.
Sighing, I shake my head and say, "You didn't know, brother, because I didn't want you to know. She's your mom, your only fucking mom, and I didn't want to take that away from you.
Was I wrong? Probably, but I'd still make the same decision, brother, to protect you and my family. Don't ruin the good things you have going on with Soph all because of your guilt because, brother, if I leave the brotherhood, I won't be leaving you; you are my blood, my family, and I love you.
If you have to, tell her. Tell her my story, and I can guarantee she'll forgive you. As long as you didn't fucking cheat because, believe me, my woman may have forgiven me, but she hasn't forgotten. I still see the uneasiness in hereyes every day, wondering if I've gone to someone else. I now have a lifetime of groveling. If she wants her favorite meal for tea, she has it. Bella needs a new collar to go with her fifty others; it's hers. She wants to watch some chick flick; I make the fucking popcorn. I grovel every day so she realizes how much I fucking love her and how I'd never hurt her like that again." I look at him again and see his eyes wide in shock, and I furrow my brows. "You didn't cheat, did you?"
He scowls, "Fuck no, I'm not THAT stupid, brother, and you're not leaving the brotherhood; Mel won't let you." He raises a brow, and I give him the finger, causing him to smirk back at me, making me grin. He shakes his head while Slicer chuckles as Gunner finally emerges, and I raise a brow at him. "About time, brother. Have you finally finished doing your makeup?"
He looks up, his eyes unfocused, and we all sit up straighter in confusion, expecting the worst.
He clears his throat, stupefied. "I, uh, Leah, she, uh, she has a date."
I bite my bottom lip, relaxing again, while the other brothers clear their throats, trying to contain their laughter. The fucker is finally opening his eyes. If you asked me about time too. I know Razor is a brother, but fuck him and his made-up stories.
Leah's the sweetest girl you'd ever meet.
He shakes his head and goes to his bike before climbing on it.
I chuckle and start my girl up.
"ALRIGHT FUCKERS, LET'S FUCKING GO; I'VE GOT A SEXY NURSE TO PICK UP LATER."
They all chuckle, and Ink and I take the front formation with the van behind us, then Slicer and Gunner behind it. Hawk stays beside the truck until the end of town before waving us off and heading back home while we floor it to our allies in Wincher, who will then take the guns to the Italian Mafia.
It doesn't take us too long to get to Wincher and exchange the vans before heading home again with no problems. The run was smooth as ever, and I'm excited to see my girl. When we return to town, I veer off from the group to the right, heading towards the hospital. Ink veers off to the left with Gunner, leading to the club's bar, where their women apparently are, while Slicer continues to the clubhouse with the prospects following in the van. Ten minutes later, I'm grinning like a loon walking into the ER when I bump into a scowling Doc.
