Part 10 (1/2)
”No Lana, this isn't your fault. Please don't think that way,” I cry.
Oh G.o.d.
”I'm just gonna go to bed.”
That's it. When Lana makes up her mind, it's made up for good. She's gonna blame herself for this forever, and there's nothing I can do about it.
”I love you,” I say as she walks away.
”I love you too.” And she's gone.
Moments later an older woman comes and sits next to me. I've seen her around cooking and cleaning and never introduced myself. Now that I think about it, I haven't introduced myself to anyone.
”How you doin', dear?” she asks, handing me a cup of tea.
Obviously she's an ol' lady, so I need to be polite.
”Not great,” I say taking a sip of the tea. It tastes remarkably delicious. Nice and sweet just how I like my tea. I usually drink tea when I'm sad. So the fact she brought me hot tea immediately draws me into conversation comfortably with her.
”By the way, I'm Berry. I'm Phil's wife or ol' lady,” she chuckles.
”Berry?”
”Long story short, I'm old as dirt hunny, and when berry lip gloss came out, I was addicted. So the guys started calling me Berry; sometimes I forget my given name is Gertha. So please, call me Berry. Gertha is just hideous.”
Oh my G.o.d. Gertha, really?
”That is horrible.” I laugh and cough as my skin pulls at my chest.
”Not telling me anything. Those kids I grew up with were awful.”
”I'm sorry,” I apologize and mean it.
”Think nothing of it dear.” She pats my leg.
”I had a question maybe you could answer for me?”
”Ask away.” She smiles.
”The club's on lockdown and I know the families are here, but I barely see the kids.”
”The bas.e.m.e.nt is like a family center. It's got a kitchen, bathroom, and game room, even bunk beds. Everything you need to entertain children. It keeps them out of club business and away from harm. Pop built that years ago, and as the years pa.s.s, it gets upgraded. We just usually keep the grandbabies; the only one that followed club footsteps is my son ZZ. The rest of the guys had all girls and well, they moved on and married and now we have eight grandbabies. We just like to keep them safe; it gives our daughters peace of mind while the club is going through mayhem.”
”That's nice. Who's Pop?” I can't help it. I'm intrigued with all the information she's giving me.
”Pop is Braxxon and Snipers father,” she sighs clearly sad. ”He was a good man.”
”He's sounds like he was,” I say. The cocaine is starting to do its job. I'm feeling all kinds of antsy.
”Can you point out the ol' ladies for me?”
Anything to calm me down, making more conversation will do for now.
”Sure sweetie, that woman over there is my best friend. Her name is Rockette; she used to be a Rockette dancer. Nicknames are based on a lot of your personality around here. She's Walter's wife,” she says as I look at the lady. She's pretty and probably around her early sixties.
”That woman next to her,” she points to a strawberry blond, ”is Louise, no nickname for her. She's Max's wife. The lady pulling out the sweeper trying to clean and do the prospects job is Nancy, also known as Nan. She is Samuels's ol' lady. They aren't married, they should be. h.e.l.l they've been together for twenty-two years, but Sam is a stubborn fool. Rob's wife is downstairs with the grandbabies and the teenagers; her name is Josie. You'll be able to spot her because she keeps her hair cropped and bright red. She needs a fierce look to keep the teenagers in check. You'll meet them later. The rest are free agents,” she chuckles and then sighs again. ”Well James isn't free. He's still mourning his wife. She was such a beautiful woman. She pa.s.sed away from ovarian cancer. Her name was Georgia. One day when you're healed up, I'll show you the club alb.u.ms. But as for the other two women here, they're part of the p.u.s.s.y clan.”
I look at her when she says p.u.s.s.y and smile.
”They are on their best behavior because the families are here. We're usually not here because well, it's no place for the family to be, but we're on lockdown. There are usually more of them, but Pyro sent them home. The two other prospects escorted them. You probably already know who Creamy is?”
I frown and nod.
”She's not my favorite either, dear. The other is Bom Bom. I have no idea how she got her name, and I don't care too.”
”Grandma!” A young brunette comes barreling into the room. ”I'm sick and tired of being stuck here! I wanna go home. Josie's trying to get me to change Monica's diaper. I didn't sign up to play mommy! I miss Haden. I wanna see my boyfriend. I hate my life,” she screams. ”Is that cocaine on the table?”
Oh, s.h.i.+t!
”Tatiana.” Berry laughs as she stands up, using the couch to help her. ”Haden will have to wait to see your beautiful face. C'mon let's go back downstairs.” She turns to me. ”This young lady is ZZ's daughter.” I look at her, and I know I must be frowning because she laughs. ”That boy couldn't keep it in his pants when he was just thirteen years old. He snagged himself a sixteen year old and of course Tatiana's mom wanted nothing to do with her, so I raised her until ZZ was capable and old enough to do it on his own.”
”That would make ZZ...,” I trail off.
”He's thirty one dear; Tatiana is seventeen years old and getting ready to turn 18 in a few months. G.o.d bless us all. I'll talk to you later, dear.”
I wave bye. I decide to go back to bed. My entire body aches and I need rest. I hope that I can fall asleep. I shouldn't have done that c.o.ke.
I admit when the ol' ladies are all asleep with the grandkids I'm a bit out of control. Braxxon is constantly giving me disapproving looks along with Pyro and Lana. I'm sad but being around the club keeps my mind busy as I stay sober during the day and party it up at night. I'm tired of watching Lana and Pyro fight and argue. It's old. She is taking her frustration out on him, and she is still sleeping in the slam room. He's getting p.i.s.sed, and I know it because he's sitting on the other end of the couch getting blown by Bom Bom. He's baiting my best friend and I hate that. Lana does nothing but hide in that d.a.m.n room only coming out to check on me and to eat. Then she goes straight back. I took my sling off today. My shoulder is still a little sore, but it's not so terrible. The swelling in my face is gone, and all that is left is the bruising. The worst of the healing process is how sore my bottom half is but I drink and c.o.ke up enough at night so that I can pa.s.s out without needing morphine. I know it's not how you should deal with things, but f.u.c.k, I'm even more screwed up in the head than I was before I met these people.
Pyro pushes Bom Bom off his d.i.c.k. He must've already came. I laugh as he swats her away and tilts a bottle of whiskey to his lips.
The club's on edge. No one can locate PP, and I know each minute that goes by that he's out there breathing, Braxxon is simmering at the core just as much as I am.
I have so much hate and pain inside me; I have no choice but to be f.u.c.ked up all the time. When I'm sober, that s.h.i.+t just replays like a broken record spinning on a turntable.
I wish I could get up and dance, but I can't. My chest is still healing, and the last thing I need to do is rip a st.i.tch and call the Doctor back here before he needs to bring my refills. When Braxxon isn't dealing with club business, he's stuck up my a.s.s. If I didn't need him so bad right now, I would probably be annoyed with his behavior. Last night in bed while he wrapped his feet with mine, he told me that he's afraid if he blinks, I'll be gone. I couldn't help it; I almost swooned. I slipped my hand to his c.o.c.k, and I jacked him off until he came. I'm not ready for anything else yet because I'm still healing. He tried to protest, but I shut him up with my mouth, kissing him while my hand slowly stroked him to bliss.
”Hey Angel,” he whispers behind me as I replay last night. ”I saw you watching Bom Bom blow Pyro. Does that turn you on, baby?” He licks my ear causing me to s.h.i.+ver.
”Nope, I was glaring at him. He's an a.s.s.”
”We all are sweetness,” Pyro chimes in. ”Don't f.u.c.king talk about me like I'm not sitting right here!”
Grouchy!
”He's still fuming because Lana's giving him the silent treatment.” I laugh, taking a drink of my beer.
”He'll deal.” Braxxon chuckles and eases himself on the couch resting his head in my lap and staring at me. I love it when he does that. Well normally, but now he has a look of regret on his face.
”Still can't find him, baby.”