Page 106 of Bad Boy
He gets a fond smile on his face. “I quite like the idea of having another grandson, and I couldn’t have hand-picked a better man for you.”
I really wish there was a fire blazing in here because there’s nothing else to explain the heat building in my cheeks right now. “Thanks, Gramps.”
“You could have told me at the beginning when I insinuated all the girls were chasing after you.”
My lip curls into a mischievous grin. “Well, you weren’t wrong about that either, Gramps. They do chase me. And I’m bisexual. That means I like guys and girls,” I add on. Just in case he doesn't know.
He chuckles heartily, the laugh lines around his eyes crinkling deep. “My boy. I love you all the same. But thank you for sharing that with me. I’m always glad to know more about you.”
Fuck, he’s the nicest old man in the world. He needs a fucking trophy or some shit.
“Linc hasn’t fully come out yet. We told Grady and Sierra, and Otto knows after last night. But his parents don’t, and no one at school does. So please don’t out him.”
Mom clutches her chest. “Remi, give me a little more credit than that, please. You know I would never do that.”
“I know, Ma. But it still had to be said.”
“I second that. I may be old, but I know that is a terrible, terrible thing to do to a person. I will always have your back. Both of you.”
“Just needed to make sure.” I’ll always have his back.
Gramps speaks up again, leading the discussion and getting us back on course. “Now, for the next topic—Logan. I’m uneasy that he’s still out there, so we need to increase security. And I’m not sure I like the idea of Lincoln being alone until this blows over. We can’t guarantee he’s not a target now. And his parents can be. . . overzealous, to say the least. I don’t want to make things worse for him because of this.”
I couldn’t agree more. He’d be grounded and cocooned in bubble wrap until he’s thirty.
“I’ll text him. It’ll be like a sleepover since Otto’s staying, too. They all want to help,” I inform them as I message Linc.
Come back over.
On lockdown together.
You gonna S the D?
I follow up with a string of eggplant and devil emojis because even though we just got jumped twenty-four hours ago, if we’re on lockdown in this house together, you better believe I’m gonna be in that mouthandthat ass.
I’m pulled from my phone and my horny thoughts when Richard speaks up again.
“That’s a good idea for Otto to stay. I’ll speak with Sterling and have Cliff get in touch with a private investigator right away. I know we don’t want to involve the police unless we absolutely have to. We like to handle family affairs internally whenever possible.”
If “no po-po” is the Keller family motto, I can definitely get down with that.
“Remi, is there anything else you’d like to share about exactly what happened last night? Or any other details that could explain what’s happening?”
I contemplate telling them about the abuse—the broken arm—but I can’t bring myself to do it yet. Not after everything that’s happened, and not after spilling my guts to Lincoln just last night. I can’t do it again. No way in fucking hell. I think I’ll just let the present serve justice for the past.
“He’s a greedy, lazy fuck. And he wants money in any way he can get it,” I mumble, counting down the minutes until I hear the doorbell ring and my boyfriend gets here.
“Okay. Well, now that we have a plan to handle Logan, Rainy, it’s your turn. Please explain this ultimatum you mentioned.”
“Don’t act like you don’t know, Richard.” Mom lashes out, folding her arms across her chest.
I guess we’re just putting it all out on the table tonight. No-holds-barred.
“You ran away to be with Logan. You didn’t want to live by our rules.”
“Your rules?” Mom sneers.
Okay, this is going downhill fast. And I have the inkling that Gramps feels like he hastwoteenagers to deal with.
