Page 157 of Unhinged
“Yeah, Mom…Bettie,” they say together.
“I’m so proud of you boys. And over the moon for you.”
“Thanks,” Gears mutters.
“You hurt her again or step out of line and I’ll get my wooden spoon back out. You hear me?”
“Yes, ma’am,” they all say in unison.
I make a mental note to ask about that spoon situation later.
“You can come home now, Mom,” Gears says. “Nitro already knows. Pack up. Leave tonight. Be here by morning.”
“Oh, thank God. I miss my bed,” she sighs. “See you boys and my new daughter-in-law soon.”
We hang up.
I pick up my own phone and call Georgia next.
She answers on the first ring. “Brydge?”
“Hey,” I say. “Can you come by the clubhouse tonight? I want to talk to you and Marcus. In person.”
“Of course, sweetheart. I’ll make sure he’s with me.”
“Thanks, Georgia. Love you.”
“Love you too, Sweetheart.”
I hang up and look at my alphas, who are all grinning at me like I hung the damn moon.
“So, now what?” I ask.
“Now,” Acid says, voice low and wicked, “we fuck our omega.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
BRYDGETT
Georgia and Marcus show up right around sunset. Georgia’s got that huge-ass purse she always carries and a plate of cookies she refuses to admit are store-bought. Marcus just walks in like he’s still not sure if he belongs.
We sit at the kitchen table. There’s a six-pack of beers cracked for my alphas, and Georgia and Marcus have lemonade in mismatched mugs.
She looks at me over the rim. “How you holding up, baby?”
“I’m good,” I say. “Actually, I’m great.”
Marcus raises an eyebrow, and Georgia’s already tearing up before I finish the next part.
“I bonded them,” I say, lifting my chin. “All three.”
Georgia full-on cries and comes around the table to hug me so tight I can barely breathe.
“Well, guess that means you’re moving out for good,” she sniffles.
“Yeah,” I nod. “Marcus, the place is yours for good.”
He looks a little stunned. “Thanks, Brydgett.”
