wheelchair, everyone meets us halfway to the clubhouse.
“Welcome home, Prez,” my brothers say to me and clap me on the back as I wheel by.
“Glad to have you back, Mack,” a few of the hang arounds say as I make my way inside.
When we pass through the doors, I take a look around and notice there’s a banner hung crookedly above the bar. More people are inside, standing around, smiling and clapping. It’s like a party in here. But I don’t want a party. Not yet. We’ll celebrate when I’m able to stand tall with my brothers by my side again.
“All right, fuckers. I’m home. Yes, it’s good to be back, but there will be no party. If you want to sit around and drink, I’m okay with that. But that’s all it will be,” I say, maybe a little too harshly, but I can’t help it. It pisses me off that they’re ready to celebrate when I’m not at my best. Yet . But with Rose’s help, I’ll get there.
“Now, where the fuck is my daughter? Since I’ve been accused to making her my errand bitch, I figure I better put her to work more.”
“I’m right here, asshole,” Dani says from somewhere behind me. “And the work is all done. I’m confident everything will exceed your expectations, sir ,” she says in a mocking tone. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be at the bar. I wish I could say I’ll be drinking something strong, but I’ll have to settle for a bombass Shirley Temple. I think I deserve something after all the work you put me through.”
I turn my head to look at her as she comes up behind me. She has a smile on her face, so I’m reassured she’s not upset with me. And even though I want to give her shit about her giving me shit, I keep my mouth shut. I’ll have plenty of time to fuck with her later.
“Yes, please go to the bar and get sugared up. That’s just what we need,” I throw back at her with a smile of my own.
Shaking her head, she gives me a hug and whispers in my ear, “It’s so good to have you home. I missed you.”
Her words make my eyes sting with unshed tears, but I won’t let them fall. I’ve never been one to wear my emotions on my sleeve, and I’ve never been one to cry. I’m not going to start now. Shit, I’m already feeling lower than I’d like since I can’t walk and have to have help doing the simplest of things. I don’t need to add being a crying bitch on to that.
Releasing me, she turns away without showing her face. I’m sure it’s because she’s crying or close to crying as well, and she doesn’t want to show that to me. Having emotions is still new to her, so always crying is something that pisses her off to no end. Though she’ll blame it on the pregnancy, I’m sure.
Looking around the room, I see everyone doing their own thing, not even paying attention to me, which I’m thankful for. Everyone is here, including Skinner. I should pull him aside now to figure out what’s going on with him, but I have something else I need to do right now. He’ll have to wait.
Wheeling myself down the hallway toward my room, I stop at the door before mine. The room that will be occupied by Rose for the next few weeks.
Opening the door, I’m shocked at what I find. It’s like I’m no longer in the clubhouse. Dani has turned this whole room into something you’d find in a top of the line penthouse. The bed is a queen, with simple black and white bedding. It looks shiny, so it could be silk. The bedframe is solid oak and is covered in frilly shit that looks like curtains.
Beside the bed is a nightstand with a remote to a brand new flat-screen TV that’s mounted on the wall right across from the bed.
Next is a full-size refrigerator that I have no doubt is filled to the max. Then there’s a small sofa with pillows and a lap blanket.
This room has everything I asked for and then some, but there are a few things extra I want to pick up for Rose. I don’t know what she has or what she’s bringing, but I want to make sure she has everything
Kit Tunstall, R.E. Saxton