Page 80 of Claim Me

Rather than give Sync shit for giving me shit, I ask him to call his girls when he has a chance. “They saw you on the road going to help Indigo, and they’re worried.”

Now that he’s feeling all gooey over his babies, I turn my attention to my parents. Dad climbs off his motorcycle while Mom exits one of the SUVs.

“Grandpa!” Kiera cries and runs toward him before noticing her grandmother and changing directions.

“Hey, what happened there?” he teases while Deirdre runs to him. “Give Grandpa some sugar. I was worried about you.”

Deirdre gets lifted into his arms where she immediately starts crying over Indigo. My dad hugs her as my mom walks with Kiera toward me.

“It’s time to go to the farm,” I tell Glen and Nora.

“Where are we going?” Glen asks, certain he’s losing his new family.

“To the farm,” I say, brushing hair from his eyes. “I know things are stressful and it’d be calmer in the hills, but I want you to stay with me, okay?”

Despite looking relieved, Glen takes Nora’s hand as if they might get left behind if they’re not ready to go.

My mom’s expression says she knows I’m hurting. She understands how helpless I feel. Without words, she steals my fear and takes command of the situation.

Wrapping her arms around me, she whispers, “Your uncles are about to go to war with the cops. We need to get you and the kids to the farm.”

“Is Indigo really okay?” I whisper in her ear.

Mom shows me a photo of Indigo. He’s wearing a hospital gown. His face is bruised and swollen. My heart hurts at how his handsome face is battered. He must be in terrible pain right now.

Indigo stares at the camera with the same intensity as when a person gets on his nerves. A second photo shows him smiling at whoever holds the phone.

“Bear, Tack, and the boys are with him. They’ll escort him to the farm once he’s released. We need to get the kids out of here.”

“What about the cops?”

We look at where the cruisers were once parked. Though they got spooked by the arrival of so many bikers, the cops might be waiting somewhere to stop us and grab the kids.

“Tommy Brennan lost control of himself today and made a public spectacle. Things are fluid. We need to get to our territory before the cops regroup.”

As hugs are quickly exchanged with Natasha and her kids, I promise I’ll keep her updated. We share a silent understanding at how our lives will never be normal.

Dad corrals the four kids inside my mom’s SUV. She takes the front passenger seat while a club prospect drives. I manage to wiggle my ass into the middle spot between the twins’ booster seats. I use my phone to see Glen and Nora behind me in the third row. They sometimes wave at me. Other times, they stare sadly out the windows.

As we near the city limits on the south side of Banta City, I get a text from Indigo on Sync’s phone. He says he’s okay, but that his mouth is mumbly and he’s riding high on pain med.

“That’s how comes I’m not calling.”

After showing the kids how Indigo is well enough to text, I respond to his message.

“When this is all over and you’re well, I want you to let me suck you off. Swallowing your jizz is very important to me.”

A few seconds later, I read, “Good Lord, Siobhan. Aren’t the kids with you?”

“Stop reading the texts, Sync! Where’s Indigo?”

“They’re taking him for one last test.”

“Is he okay?”

“I already said yes.”

“Yeah, but you lie a lot, you dumb fucking shit-covered butthole.”

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