“Feel better?” Uriel asked, feeling the vibe in the car relaxing. Someone’s energy felt a million times better here.
She nodded.
“It’s good to be home, adjacent,” she joked. “So close, and yet so far away.”
They knew what she meant.
“Just come home, and we’ll keep you safe. How smart can this nut be?” Jet asked. “We all miss you. Babysitting a house isn’t nearly as much fun as getting shot at with you.”
She laughed.
“You have some screws loose,” she admitted, not addressing how nutty the nutter actually was. “Who in their right mind is going to want to be shot at with me?”
The three men all raised their hands.
It made her shake her head.
Apparently, crazies flocked together.
“We’ll be at the White House in fifteen, Mom. Buckle in, and enjoy the lack of turbulence. The Capitol Beltway isn’t too busy at this time of the night.”
She snorted, but did just that.
As Jet drove them, she got an update on construction. Apparently, the big, beautiful dream house was perfect.
Well, that was sad.
“Want to go see it?” Jet asked. “I can swing you by, and you can check it out. Pictures don’t do it justice. Neither does the building for all of security. You tricked that bitch out for us.”
Of course, she did.
Many of them had places of their own, but sometimes, they had to stay nearby for safety reasons. Raphael and Saint lived above the old garage with Emmy. So, it was logical to build a building with space for the men she adored.
Her other sons.
It was wild for her that she’d gone from just her, Charlie, Sam, and Chris to a huge-ass family.
Now, she just had to keep them safe.
“I mean, I’m game,” she said.
Only, that was shot down.
From the front seat, Raphael answered that request pretty damn fast.
“Denied. The Deputy Director is to go directly to the White House, and then, to the FBI building for lockdown. She will have to take the pictures and use her very vivid, and pornographic imagination regarding the house.”
She sighed, but was still amused.
Her imagination was being wasted. They had the Den of Iniquity here in DC, and they’d left it behind.
That’s where the pornographic mind really got a workout.
“See how much fun I’m having?” she asked. “It’s like a nonstop party here. I get bossed around by Marines, and I can’t even see my doggos. That sucks.”
Jet laughed.
“You’re a menace,” he said. “You need to be protected. Like I said, Moms should be safe. You don’t get a lot of them in life. Some of us only have you, so…”
