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“Donuts,” I cut off. “I demand all the donuts.”
“Oh,” Finn crooned. “There are so many ways to make some hot reels off donuts. And for fall? My fall fans will go feral.”
“You are a manwhore,” Sam told him.
“Somhairle Hannigan Byrne!” Mom chastised. I snorted and ducked my head. Our family was a fucking disaster when we had Mom around to hold us to our shit.
“What?” he demanded. Gripping the mic, he swiveled to stare at her. “You have the voicemails to prove it. And I’ve had to listen to those conversations! I know the things he said.”
I howled, wheezing through laughing. Fuck, this was turning into stand-up.
“Fucking kill me now,” Finn groaned into his hands.
“He’s just a very… attentive young man,” Mom replied and pressed her lips together to keep from laughing, which was a moot point. This shit was hysterical.
“When did we start dedicatin’ songs?” Cole demanded.
“It’s better than the year we all turned into strippers,” Declan commented.
“Can I get an encore presentation of that tonight?” Raven asked, but he shushed her.
“New goal, we all dedicate our songs!” Cade damn near shouted to be heard over laughter. “Let’s fuck with them, furball.”
“Language, Cade!” Mom cut in. Good Lord, was Brady the only one who was safe from her wrath?
“Aye, aye, Captain.” He saluted her.
Music from the stage drew us all away from our conversation as Sam launched into his song—complete with a goddamn slideshow about his fucking kitchen in varying stages of repair. And the song? ‘I Will Survive’. I slid down in my chair, laughing my ass off.
It only got funnier as Finn hopped onto his chair and danced in place. The two vibed off each other in a ridiculous way. There weren’t many moments that I was reminded they were our cousins and not our brothers. Moments like this, though, were it. They were so damn alike that it showed.
Roan followed, hopping up on the stage with a cheeky fucking grin on his face as he sidled up to the mic. He cleared his throat. From the look on that man’s face, he was up to shit.
“I’d like to dedicate this next song to Cole and his frozen fucking heart—”
“Language, Roan!” Mom chastised all over again. The edge of annoyance in her voice as she kept repeating herself wasn’t lost on me. It was lost on Roan. And his drunken state, he was the definition of a moron.
“Mama B, you’re in a biker bar! You can’t expect us not to swear!” he exclaimed. See? Fucking moron.
“No!” Axel shouted. “You don’t say that to Mama B!”
“Say it to Mama B!” Alice yelled over him and gave him a smug look. Axel growled, bearing his teeth at her. I just rolled my eyes. For as much as those two fucking fought each other, it was only a matter of time before the anger combusted and they started fucking each other. The sooner they did, the better for the group dynamic.
“Are you trying to get us in trouble?” Maverick demanded.
“Boy,” Brady growled, but Mom snapped her fingers at him.
“This is your one reminder, Roan Fletcher Ironwood,” she clipped, “that I don’t need crass language to put your little wolf butt back in its place. You may be a pack leader, but I helped raise you. I know things about you that you want no one to know about. Do I make myself clear, or do we need to talk about the incident when you were seventeen?”
“Oh, damn.” Lucas whistled.
“What’s the incident from when he was seventeen?” I asked under my breath, leaning across the table so Declan would hear me. He merely shrugged.
“Sorry, Mama B,” Roan murmured into the mic while we laughed. Every single fucking one of us had been on the receiving end of that kind of threat. There was no fucking with Mom. She didn’t play. She just came in like a fucking wrecking ball if she needed to. “Okay, look. This song is dedicated to Cole and his frozen heart.”
“Okay, Elsa,” I yelled at him. “Just sing your song already!”
And just like I thought, the fucking man sang ‘Let It Go’. His voice was off-key, his enthusiasm was ridiculous, and just when it couldn’t get any worse, this fucker walked around our goddamn table throwing glitter on the lot of us.
