“We will be here,” Ana says softly.
I look her in the eyes for a moment before I turn around and head back downstairs.
“I’m heading out for tacos and alcohol if you ladies want anything,” I tell all four ladies in the living room.
“Oh, we could use some whiskey and vodka. It would be good to have tacos too,” one of them says, and the rest nod their heads in agreement.
“Take my vehicle. I noticed you pulled up in a cab,” my wife’s mother says to me before bringing me her keys.
I take them without hesitation. “I’ll be back in an hour or so. I need to get some clothes.”
“Lots and lots of tacos!” one of them shouts.
I shake my head. If it’s alcohol and tacos they need, I’ll happily be their errand boy.
I’ll take care of all of them tonight too.
I call my Prez while I’m out since I kind of just left in a rush, but he was understanding. Thankfully, we were in friendly club territory so he would just explain it to the Vicious Snakes why I was here and why I forgot my cut at home. I had originally not wanted to get paint on it, and all I could think of was getting to my wife.
I’ll do whatever they need of me right now.
Chapter Five
Ana
I stare at the door as Maverick leaves the room. I hear him talk to my mom and aunts for a couple minutes before the front door shuts.
“I didn’t think he would actually show up,” I whisper.
“Clearly, he is willing to do anything for you,” Serena whispers back.
“He hasn’t shown me that I could count on him for years. It’s only a matter of time before he turns into the Maverick I have come to know,” I tell her.
“You don’t know that. Maybe you leaving really opened his eyes, and he’s changed,” my sister says, trying to reason with me.
“Maybe it did, but I don’t know if that’s a risk I am willing to take,” I say with a tear falling down my cheek.
“You don’t have to forgive him right away. Just let him help until the funeral. After that, you can decide,” she says.
“I guess. He did show up, so it would be rude to kick him out after he flew down here.”
My sister and I sit in silence until Maverick returns. When he walks into the room, his arms are full of bags.
“I already gave the women downstairs their alcohol and tacos. Here are yours. The rest is stuff I will need for a couple days,” he says before placing bags on the bed.
My sister lunges for the alcohol while I practically jump for the tacos. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I smelt that delicious aroma.
“Is there anything else you need?” he asks, standing at the foot of the bed.
“You can stay and have a drink,” I tell him in between bites.
He pulls out a six pack of beer. “I’m only going to have a couple. I’m just going to let you ladies go crazy. Don’t worry. I’ve got you all.”
“That’s pretty brave of you,” my sister says with a smirk.
“Why do you say that?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Including the women downstairs, that’s six women who are probably going to drink their feelings for one night before dealing with everything tomorrow. That’s a lot of responsibility,” she tells him.
