His brow shoots up. “My mom?”
“Yeah we had a good talk. She’s a lovely lady.”
“When did you talk to my mom?” he growls. He’s so sexy when he gets all agitated. We talked some about his mom and he said he wants me to hold off on meeting her until he’s gotten her back in therapy. I can understand that.
“I’m kidding. She did come to see you, but I was down in the cafeteria and missed her visit.”
“You’re such a brat.”
“I know. Are you hungry? I can swing through a drive-thru.”
“Don’t want no burger, Princessa. Want you naked. Gonna take my time with you.”
Warmth flows through me at his words.
“I don’t think you arm is fully healed yet. Didn’t the nurse say ten days?”
“Baby, my arm don’t have a damn thing with how my cock works.”
That’s true so I don’t argue the point.
When we get to my street and see the damn reporters, we both look at each other.
Diego shakes his head as I start turning around before they spot my car and decide to follow us.
“Where to?”
“The clubhouse.”
“What’s that?”
“You’ll see, Princessa.”
I don’t know if I like the sound of that, but I trust Diego.
“And what are we gonna do there?”
“That bastard is dead. It’s time I take my rightful place and claim my cut.”
“So this clubhouse is your biker hideout.”
He chuckles. “Something like that.”
“I see. Are you sure that I’ll be welcome there…I don’t know if this is a good idea?”
“Winnie and Jericho will be there,” he tells me.
“Okay fine. You twisted my arm.”
“Gonna do a lot more than that, baby.”
I smile at the meaning behind his words.
**
I pull up to the gate of the Original Seven MC’s compound. Diego gave me a brief rundown of the club’s rules on the drive here, but it went in one ear and flew out the other. I’m too nervous and excited to retain any of what he said to me. I can only hope that we’re welcome. I know that Wrath was his stepfather and he hated the man. What I don’t know is how the rest of the motorcycle club felt about the man. It’s one thing for Diego to hate him but did they.
Diego rolls his window down. “Open the gate, Mercy.”