Page 20 of Ronny

One person that I can make sure is kicked out of town is the fucker that tried to hurt her in high school.

It kills me that someone almost hurt her again in the worst way. Though it was years ago, I still think of the fucker and the fear on her face that day he touched her. I will never fathom why men do this sort of thing to women.

She is so precious, so tiny, and I will never know why anyone would want to hurt her. She is an angel, someone I will protect until the day I fucking die.

I will kill for her.

I would die for her.

I would burn down the whole entire world to make sure that sliver of fear in her eyes is never there again.

I go into our bedroom, getting dressed and throwing on my cut. It’s time to see my brothers and start my life.

I never make it across town to the club because my mom texts me that she has breakfast ready.

I grin at her text and make a hard left down the road to my mom and dad’s house. I will never forget the first time they brought me home.

I was surprised that people actually had unlimited amount of food, clean clothes, and never had to worry about getting cold or burning up.

Or someone hitting you for just being alive. My bio mom was horrible to me, and I thought it was normal until my mom and dad showed me different.

Growing up, I wanted to adopt, to help kids in a bad home situation and to give them another chance at life. I’m not sure what would have happened to me if it wasn’t for my parents.

My mom is out on the porch before I even park. I walk up the steps and she hugs me tightly. “I’m so glad my baby is home.” I laugh and she tries to wrap her arms around me, but her arms don’t touch.

“Your dad is inside too,” she tells me, taking my hand and dragging me inside of the house. The house always smells like cookies, she always has a huge stack on the counter at all times.

Dad looks up from the newspaper he is reading. I try not to laugh at the sight because at one point in time, the fucker turned into an old man. “Dad.” He stands up and hugs me before I take the seat next to him.

Mom grins at both of us. “I missed having my best guys home together.” She runs to the kitchen and we don’t bother trying to help her, because this is what she wants to do and we can’t fight her on it.

“How was your first night home?” Dad gives me a smirk, and I laugh at the suggestive look.

Mom comes back, holding three plates on a tray so we can all sit down together. My siblings are at school, I’m assuming.

I wink at my dad and he chuckles. My mom eyes us both, wondering what is so funny. “Olivia is such a wonderful girl, I love her.”

“She loves you too, Mom,” I tell her and take a bite of bacon.

“I would not be mad if you decided to make me a grandma,” she says so easily, I choke on the orange juice I’m sipping.

My dad thinks it’s hilarious. “Mom, please don’t tell Olivia your thoughts,” I warn her, not wanting to scare her off.

She rolls her eyes. “We go out for lunch all the time, she knows all about how much I want a grandbaby.”

My dad snorts. “Yes, son, I’ve had to drive them around more than once because your mom wanted to take her shopping.”

I rub my forehead. “Mom, you could have scared her off.” I growl at her playfully, but she just laughs, covering her mouth.

“Son, you think I can scare that girl off? She loves you so much, and you love her.” Mom points her fork at me. “You have done right by that girl, I’m so proud of you.”

Fuck, that warms my heart that my mom thinks that. “She has been through hell, and you made sure not to add to it,” she finishes, and I smile at her, happy she thinks so.

Dad claps me on the shoulder. “She’s right, son.”

“But I found out that the fucker that tried to attack her in high school is a mechanic in town at one of the shops.” I arch an eyebrow at my dad.

This fucker has spewed his hate all through high school and after to some of my family members, but he never dared to say any shit directly to her.

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