Gen Pop (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 6) by Lani Lynn Vale

Melody went slightly pale, stiffening minutely.

“Umm,” she hesitated. “O-ones that were made at a local deli. They’re called ‘bridal’ cookies. I thought they were fitting for today.”

With the amount of detail she’d just given, on the fly as well, I would’ve believed her. But since Juniper and her band of misfits she called sisters lied to each other on the regular, I’d become sort of a connoisseur when it came to lying.

I’d had to read between the lines, so to speak, and I’d realized rather quickly that Melody was lying. Not only was she not meeting my gaze any longer, but she was also now clenching her fists so hard that her knuckles were whitening.

“Which deli?” I pushed. “This could be important.”

Melody licked her lips. “Um, It’ll Be Deli.”

“It’ll Be isn’t open on Saturdays,” Danny supplied. “Are you sure it was that one?”

Melody looked at him with annoyance. “Yes, I’m sure it was that one. They have new operating hours.”

“Melody…” Murphy started, but surprisingly, it was Rockett that spoke up.

I hadn’t even seen her arrive. I’d been so focused on Melody that I hadn’t paid attention to my surroundings.

“What are you talking about, Mom? You made those just today. Then refused to let me have any,” Rockett asked. “Then the maid complained about how much of a mess you made and ate one of the cookies. She had to leave early because she was puking. I think those cookies you’re thinking of that you bought were the ones for your book club. But they weren’t called bridal cookies. They were called Ranger Cookies. The ones with the raisins in them that were disgusting.”

Melody opened her mouth to continue to lie, but surprisingly it was Nora who spoke up this time.

“Either you tell us what in the fuck is going on, Melody, or I’m going to kick your ass right here in the middle of the entirety of Souls Chapel,” Nora growled in frustrated rage.

“It had some sort of syrup in it,” Rockett said. “Alpaca… paca…”

“Ipecac,” I supplied helpfully.

Rockett snapped her fingers and pointed at me. “Yes! That!”

My gaze switched to Melody once again. “You just fed her cookies that induced vomiting. How much did you give her?”

Because that was important. In small doses, it was possibly safe. In large, it wasn’t.

Melody looked positively green now. “I… it was a very small dose. I made sure it was safe.”

With that, I’d had enough.

Because, in all the time that Melody was being questioned about her antics, not once had Crockett’s father spoken up in defense of her. No, he looked bored. Disconnected.

“You are no longer welcome at the store,” I said to the two of them, making sure to give both eye contact to let them know I was talking about them. “You are no longer welcome within fifty feet of her. If I find out that you are within fifty feet of her, you will regret it. Don’t come knock on her door. Don’t walk past her house. Don’t talk to Danny to tell her something through him. Same goes for Nora. You are no longer welcome in her life.”

Murphy 2.0 narrowed his eyes. “You can’t tell me that I can’t see my own kid.”

“Is she your kid?” I challenged him.

“Yes!” he cried.

“Then why the fuck haven’t you acted like it?” I questioned. “Why is she telling me things that you and that horrid bitch you call a wife have done to her over the years, and cries her fuckin’ eyes out after she does?”

Murphy 2.0 snapped his mouth shut.

“Out of everyone here, you know the only person that has shown her unconditional love? Her grandfather. A fuckin’ felon. What does that say about y’all?” I wondered.

With that, I walked back to the bathroom and was thankful to see Murphy already making his way outside.

When he arrived at the car with me on his heels, he opened the door for her and looked on as I deposited her passed-out body in the front seat.

“You know how to drive a motorcycle?” I asked.

Murphy grinned. “Once upon a time. But I don’t trust myself on it much anymore. Why?”

I looked at the passed-out woman in the front seat. “I wanted to bring her somewhere in town and give her some meds. Help her recover faster. Thought it’d be easier if I had you go home.”

“I’ll take him home,” Danny said quietly. “And I can bring your bike wherever you need me to.”

I looked back to see that he, Belinda, and Nora had followed us out.

Murphy gave him a disgusted look. “I don’t ride in foreign cars.”

“I have a Ford. Made in the USA, Murphy. You won’t burst into flames if you get into it,” Nora teased.

“But it’s a minivan.” Murphy looked even more disgusted.

I didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation.

Instead, I took Crockett to Lynn’s house where I kept a small room in his pool house as my office.