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“Not now, I just need sleep.”
“How dare you come home at this disgusting hour? I suppose you were out whoring around, well, not under this roof!” she spat.
“Shut your fuckin’ bitch mouth!” Slick snapped from behind me.
Mom obviously hadn’t seen him approaching.
“What did you say?”
“Shut your bitch mouth,” Slick repeated as he placed a hand under my elbow. I was swaying slightly from being so tired.
“How dare you speak to me like that in my own home!” Mom exclaimed.
“But it’s not your home, it’s Summer’s. She owns this, not you, and you’ve no legal right to it. Summer’s activities are not your concern. You should be fuckin’ grateful she lets you stay here because I’d have kicked your skanky ass out ages ago,” Slick snarled, stepping forward.
Mom paled at the clear threat in Slick’s words. “You’ve no right to talk to me like this.”
“Summer has been up at the hospital all night and comes home to your shit attitude. Bitch, I got every right. You ain’t even asked whether the fire was the garden centre or if anyone was injured. Newsflash bitch, someone was seriously hurt. Brian was beaten, and the garden centre was set on fire. It looks like arson. Summer has been at the hospital waiting on news about Brian,” Slick growled out.
“Did the whole thing burn? Did we lose everything? What about the money? You have to get a job immediately. We won’t manage otherwise,” Marianne babbled from behind Mom.
“Marianne’s right. You need to tidy up and start walking the streets to find a job. Thank you,” Mom said, aimed at Slick, “we can take this from here. Marianne get a strong coffee on; this girl needs to get a job by the end of today.”
Mom reached out, and Slick snatched me back against him. The glare he sent over my head should have turned Mom into ashes.
“You can’t be that selfish you’re not gonna ask how Brian is?” Slick demanded in disbelief. I wasn’t surprised at all.
“Brian? Is he dead? Will Summer get his life insurance?” Mom asked, narrowing her eyes.
“Jesus Christ, you’re a piece of work,” Slick muttered.
“Do we need to call the lawyers?” Marianne demanded.
“Brian is alive, and you’re done talking to Summer,” Slick stated as I stumbled. He swept me up into his arms, and I couldn’t help burrowing into his warm body.
“What are you doing?” Mom gasped, horrified.
“Taking my girl to bed, and if you don’t get out of my way, then I’ll come through you,” Slick said and walked forward.
Mom held her ground until the final step and then, with a snort, stepped aside.
I was barely awake by the time Slick entered my room. I should have asked how he guessed where my bedroom was, but sleep beckoned.
The bed dipped beside me, and Slick hauled me into his arms. “Rest, Summer. There’s my good girl, just relax, everything will be better when you wake.”
Slick
Summer curled into his embrace like a trusting cat. Within seconds, she was sleeping soundly and oblivious to anything else. Slick pulled his phone from his jean pocket and dialled Drake.
“What’s the news, Pres?” he asked as soon as Drake answered.
Drake yawned loudly down the call. “Shit ain’t pretty. Cameras picked up four bikers approaching the centre. They caught them clearly; they were Venomous Fangs. Your girl was a target, and the cops also have the beating of her uncle on tape. The cameras recorded them pouring the gasoline and then attacking Brian. That’s the uncle, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Brian comes from the far end of the garden centre and tries to stop them. When they shove him off and start the fire, Brian heads for the closest greenhouse and gets jumped by three of them. Brother, he’s lucky to be alive with the kicking he took,” Drake said.
“Bad?”
