Ruined (The MC Motorcycle Club Romance Series - Book #1) by Alycia Taylor Read Free Book Online Page B

bikes. It passed the time a lot more
constructively than watching reruns or daytime programming. My dad was there
and he was his usual gruff self. He didn’t mention the guns or the safe so I
didn’t know if my mom had talked to him about it yet or not. I figured that was a conversation best left alone until he brought it up .
    Terrance had been making himself scarce lately and I
was grateful for that too. I guessed one of these days we might have to continue
that conversation we touched on that first night. I wasn’t looking forward to
it. I just couldn’t stand the way that he and Olivia both wanted to keep making
excuses, trying to explain it to me. The simple fact was that I wasn’t around
so the two of them got busy. For some reason that was a
bigger slight coming from my best friend than it was from my ex-girlfriend.
    I was getting hungry so I headed toward the kitchen
to see if I could find Cookie or something he may have cooked up and left
behind. I was surprised when I found my mother.
    My mother pretty much steered clear of the bar and
the club unless there was something going on that either forced her to be there or that she wanted to be there for like a birthday party
or an anniversary party. She was still the Queen of the Joint no matter how few
and far between her visits were. When she walked in even the old timers jumped
to attention and she would always put everyone to work. She was gracious about
it and always thanked them all profusely, but there was never any doubt in
anyone’s mind that they would do whatever she asked of them.
    I knew something was up when I found her and Cookie
whipping up a feast in the kitchen.
    “Hey, Mom, what’s going on?” I asked, giving her a
kiss on the cheek and sticking my fingers in a bowl of freshly-made mashed
potatoes.
    “Oh nothing,” she said as she slapped my hand away.
“Cookie and I just had some new recipes we wanted to try out.”
    I doubted her sincerity, but I let it go. “Good, is
any of it ready? I’m starving.” Cookie was frying up some chicken and my mom
was making gravy. I spotted a platter of ribs that looked done on the far
counter and headed toward them.
    “Only take one, Dax ,
they’re for later.”
    With my mouth already full of barbecue ribs I said,
“I thought you were just trying out recipes.”
    “We are, but we’re going to serve them for dinner
later. I don’t want them all picked at.”
    “Okay, Mom.”
    I grabbed another rib and I wondered out to the
garage and found my dad and Blake shooting a game of pool. I joined in, after I
put up my fifty bucks of course. My dad didn’t do anything that didn’t involve
money. It was actually my mother’s fifty bucks. All the money I had in my bank
accounts at the time of my arrest had been seized by the State for restitution.
My mom had paid for my attorney. I had told her I would just use a public
defender, but she wouldn’t hear of it…for all the good it ended up doing.
    While my dad was taking a shot Blake asked me, “Have
you had much time to catch up with Terrance?”
    You had to understand the mentality of the club to
understand why no one seemed to get that I might be pissed at Terrance these
days. If she was your legal wife, nobody even looked sideways at her. No one
would ever consider approaching my mother and if they did, they would have hell to pay from my dad no matter how much he screwed
around on her. If you introduced her as your Old Lady, that was as good as
putting a ring on her finger too. She was off-limits while you were with her
and shunned when you left her. That part put the legal wife one rung above her.
    If my dad and my mom had ever split up, she would
still be royalty and the guys would still be expected to treat her as such. But, if she was just a girlfriend and you didn’t make it
clear she was hands-off, those guys did a lot of sharing. It was kind of gross,
if you asked me, but that was their life. When Olivia and I were together, I
only brought