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Ifollow Peppermint home, keeping my distance. If anything, to make sure she gets there all right. I consider it an added perk that I now know where she lives. I’m not certain what I expected her house to be like. For one, it’s not a house. She lives in a single-wide in a trailer park. Pretty sure most people consider that white trash since that’s what my brother and I were called when we moved out of our nice brick house to a shabby trailer, not nearly as nice as hers. I don’t know all her circumstances. Don’t know how she ended up there. Probably the hand she was dealt after her husband died.
Once I know she’s home safe, I ride back to the clubhouse. The guys are getting a bit rowdy, blasting music and entertaining themselves with club whores. Munsey is getting his dick sucked on the couch while he plays the PS4. Bishop is finishing off a large pizza at the bar, a brunette hanging all over him. No idea where Mason is, but he’s the president, so he doesn’t have to answer to anyone about how he spends his time.
Typically, I would come in and brag about my conquest. Joke around with the guys about how loud the woman screamed or if she swallowed. We’ve all bragged. But I can’t bring myself to do that to Peppermint. Can’t tell these guys how fucking exquisite and tight her pussy was. Can’t tell them she gripped me like a damn vice, nearly making me come the moment I slid inside her.
What happened with Peppermint stays between us — the details anyway. I have no issue with it being known that we hooked up. Anyone who knows me knows I’ve been jonesing for that damn woman since the first moment I saw her. I simply won’t be the one to tell them.
“Where the hell have you been?” Bishop asks.
I shrug. “Nowhere important.”
“Your brother came by. Wants you to call him.”
“When?”
“About twenty minutes ago. He didn’t want to hang around.”
Shit. Jesse wouldn’t have come unless something was wrong. I go to the house every Sunday. Make sure he and my mom have everything they need. That she’s staying sober. He has no reason to come looking for me.
“Thanks.” I snatch the last slice of pizza before sprinting to my room as Bishop raises hell.
I dig my phone out of my pocket and see two missed calls from Jesse. Fuck. I call him back, anxious to know what in the hell is going on.
“Jameson, hey, man.”
Jameson. I hate that name. It’s the one thing I share with my old man. I didn’t get his looks or characteristics, but I share that asshole’s name.
“Is something wrong?”
“Yeah,” he answers, heaving out a sigh. “Dad has been coming around.”
“The fuck?”
We haven’t seen him in years. Not since he left us for his real family. Maybe a few times after that, but nothing significant. Now, he’s suddenly showing up?
“He’s been coming to see mom for months now. Months. I had no idea. I’ve been busy with school and my job. Got home early last night, and he was at the house. Didn’t even act guilty about being there.”
The damn house I pay for. The one I saved all my club money for so I could get her and Jesse out of that trailer. My dad wouldn’t know where they lived unless she told him. It kills me how she can let him back in after all this time.
“I thought you should know.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
“Jameson?”
“Yeah?”
“This isn’t our problem to fix anymore.”
Not our problem. She’s our mother and making the second biggest mistake of her life. The first was trusting him to begin with.
