Page 67 of Chasin’s Surrender

“No need. They’ll be gone before you get here.”

At his words, Genevieve’s gaze came to him, and for the second time in one day, his woman was gone and the shutters were up. She’d already admitted she was exhausted from dealing with Len; she needed this latest drama like she needed a round drilled in her head. And it would be a drama. Chasin’s mother was the queen of theatrics and bitch-fits.

Though if she’d listened to him and stayed the fuck upstairs, she wouldn’t have needed to bring Vivi Rush out.

Goddammit.

“Gotta go.” He disconnected the call, shoved his phone in his pocket, and moved to Genevieve to head his mother off, who even now was closing in on her.

“Back up,” he told his mother.

“What?” Nancy whined.

“Why are you here?”

“I told you why. Last time we spoke—”

“Last time we spoke, I made it clear I wasn’t coming to visit you. So cut the shit, why are you here?”

Chasin’s gaze drifted to his father. The man hadn’t moved, and his eyes studied Genevieve.

A sick feeling slithered up Chasin’s spine, and when Will Murray turned his cold, dead eyes in Chasin’s direction, he braced. Not because his father’s gaze was devoid of any signs of life, he was used to that. The way Chasin figured it, his father had been dying a little each day after he’d learned he’d married a lying, cheating bitch. But that wasn’t Chasin’s problem. It ceased to be his when he was eighteen and fled the brothel that had been his childhood home.

No, Chasin braced because his father was staring at his woman with something that looked a lot like disgust with a side helping of lust.

“What the fuck?” Chasin growled.

He wasn’t so far gone in his anger he didn’t feel Genevieve press against his side and her hand envelop his. His eyes never left his father therefore he didn’t miss his reaction. And much like Len earlier in the day, Will’s mouth twisted in revulsion.

What the fuck?

“We need to have a word, and since you’ve refused our invitations to come home, you’ve left us no choice,” his mother said, but he didn’t spare her a glance. “Chasin, are you listening?”

“Be quiet.”

“Don’t speak to me like that,” she griped.

And cue the drama.

“I’m your mother,” she continued. “How dare you.”

Chasin felt the first thread of his temper break.

“How dare I? How dare you slink down here and invade my life. Clue the fuck in. I don’t come visit because I don’t want to see your lying ass. I don’t call because the sound of your voice makes me sick.”

Genevieve’s body went solid and Chasin turned to look down at her. “Go on back upstairs, babe. They’ll be gone in a minute and I’ll be up.”

With a sharp jerk of her head in the negative, she burrowed in deeper.

What in the actual fuck?

“William, aren’t you going to say something? Or are you going to allow your son to speak to me like that?”

Christ.

“Seriously, baby, you do not need to hear this shit. She’s just going to get louder. You’ve had a rough day. Go on up with Bobby.”

“No, honey, I’m fine,” she whispered and Will belted out a laugh.