Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“You gave me something?” Doc asked, his wide mouth pulling up in a grin as he sat down beside me at the bar. “I don’t remember that.”
“That’s real funny,” I shot back, shaking my head. “Say that any louder and he’ll kill me.”
Doc was a good guy. He’d gotten his nickname because he actually was a doctor…almost. He’d dropped out in his last year for reasons that I’d never ask about. If someone in the club wanted to share, you listened, but it was bad form to ask questions. Most of the guys here had a past they didn’t have any intention of sharing.
“I’m just givin’ you shit, kid,” he replied. “It’s all gravy. You get things with your ma all taken care of?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “The fucker she was seein’ won’t bother her again.”
“Good boy,” Doc said.
Even though my ma hadn’t been able to hack it in the club, the members—including my pop—still practically worshiped her. From the stories I’d heard she’d been a well respected old lady, ready to help the brothers with relationship problems, making sure they had presents for their kids on their birthdays, and generally showing them the softer side of life that many of them had never seen. When she’d left, it had been a blow, but from what I gathered, none of them had been surprised. She was too delicate to be the wife of the president.
Unfortunately, time hadn’t hardened my mother at all, and by the time I was fourteen I’d turned into her protector. I wasn’t sure how a woman in her forties had never gained enough backbone to throw her own asswipe boyfriends out when they’d overstayed their welcome, but lucky for her I’d become adept at doling out whatever incentives were necessary to get them gone.
I’d never tie myself to a woman like that, even though I seemed to be drawn to them like a bee to honey. Hell, look at Vera. The chick wore pink every day. She was a preacher’s daughter and cheerleader for chrissake. There wasn’t anything hard about her. I should have steered clear. But damn, the moment she’d wandered into my mom’s back yard to introduce herself, looking all sweet and innocent, I’d been hooked.
I threw back my drink and grumbled under my breath. Her reaction to me and Jess was exactly why I shouldn’t have gone there. I’d convinced myself that she couldn’t be as naïve as she seemed and it had blown up in both our faces.
“Yo, Charlie,” one of the prospects called from across the clubhouse. “Phone call for ya.”
“Who the hell’s callin’ you?” Doc asked in surprise. “You ain’t got no friends.”
“You’re a fuckin’ comedian,” I mumbled. His laughter followed me as I walked away.
“What?” I answered, pressing the phone against my ear.
“Charles,” my mom said, her voice ringing with disapproval. “That’s no way to answer the phone.”
“Sorry, ma,” I replied automatically. “Everything okay?” My ma rarely called the clubhouse. I think she was too afraid that my pop would answer and she’d actually have to talk to him. The man was a son-of-a-bitch, but my sweetheart of a mother still loved him even now and I knew the feeling was mutual.
“Oh, I’m sure it is,” Ma hedged. “But—”
“But what?” I asked as her words trailed off.
“Well, that girl you were spending time with,” she said softly. My stomach clenched with an emotion that I refused to acknowledge. “She was next door with Nadine and they were out in the yard.”
I didn’t say another word even though I wanted to snap at her to get to the point. Pushing her wouldn’t do a damn bit of good.
“Nadine’s son showed up,” Ma said. “And he dragged her to the car.”
“What do you mean, dragged?” I asked, the muscles in my shoulders tensing.
“He grabbed her arm real hard and, well, it didn’t seem like she wanted to go.”
“That’s her father,” I replied. “He was probably just makin’ her go home.”
“I’m sure you’re right,” she said softly, her tone indicating that she absolutely did not think that I was right.
“Why you callin’ me about this?” I asked, running a hand over my face. “Not really any of my business if Vera’s dad’s bein’ an ass.”
“I just thought you might want to know,” she said. Then she hung up. She did that, sometimes. Instead of getting into any type of argument, she just checked out, or in this case hung up the phone.
“Everything alright?” my pop asked as I strode back to my seat. He’d sat down on the other side of Doc, his legs kicked out in front of him and crossed at the ankles. To anyone else he probably looked completely relaxed, but I always saw the tension around his eyes when he was thinking about my mother.
“She was callin’ ’cause she saw the girl I was spendin’ time with up there getting’ into it with her dad.”