Page 24 of Bound By Redemption
“Fucker,” I muttered as Dryerson began to introduce himself to everyone around.
“She’s taken,” I divulged when he met Bristyl. Then repeated myself when he met Austyn. Then again repeated myself as I made introductions to everyone around.
It took a while, and not once did Remy want to leave my arms which was fine with me. Having her close was the best feeling ever.
“Well, hello Mrs. Tugger,” Dryerson beckoned to my mom as she came up to the group as we sat around the picnic tables. He knew all about my mom and how she used to be a stripper at Studio X, a strip club the MC still owned.
He’d also met her at a couple of our meets over the years. He didn’t have much family, but he had me.
He reached out and took my mom’s hand and kissed it softly then stepped back. As he did, I slapped him upside the head. “Stop that shit right now.”
My mom rolled her eyes. “He’s just tryin’ to get under your skin, and you know it. That’s what brothers do, ya know?”
She had no idea how true those words were. I wasn’t in the mood for him coming on to my mother. If my dad saw it, Dryerson would meet an early grave. And he knew it too, but like Mom said, he loved to raze me.
“I know. Don’t like that shit.”
“Man, can’t touch Ensley. All these chicks are taken. And this one’s your mom.” He turned to Katie. “Guess you’re stuck with me.” He winked.
Katie’s eyes turned into slits. “In your dreams, surfer boy. Keep on lookin’.”
Dryerson burst out laughing. Sure, his blond hair had grown out a bit, but it wasn’t long enough to be considered a surfer look, but it was funny as hell, and I joined him.
“Micah. Need you to bring your group with me, and I’ll show ya where you’re stayin’,” Mom jumped in.
“Can someone please tell me the details of what’s goin’ on?” Katie asked, crossing her arms over her chest and pushing her breasts up. Dryerson caught it, and I elbowed him to stop. He just shrugged.
“Come on.” Since I held Remy, I grabbed Ensley’s hand, hearing her tell her sister they’d talk later. Katie and Dryerson followed behind us. He had yet to meet all the brothers which needed to be done soon.
Ensley didn’t pull away from my grasp as we followed my mom into the brick building. I took a moment to memorize this flood of happiness. Holding both my girls to me. It was a beautiful thing.
The inside looked much better than the plain outside. The interior was bright with skylights and windows letting in the sun.
I wondered if it was bulletproof and made a mental note to ask my dad.
Mom led us through a door and up a flight of stairs, then down a hall and began pointing. “These rooms will be occupied by some of the brothers. This one”—Mom stopped, opening the door to a room on the right—“is perfect for you guys.”
Walking in, the space appeared huge compared to what I’d thought, judging from the outside of the building. There was a small kitchenette off to the right with two doors. One looked like it led to a bathroom. The other I had no idea. A large bed sat in the middle with a small crib off to the side of it.
There were dressers, a place where a desk could be, and a television on the opposite side of the bed. There were also a set of tables and chairs off the far left with a recliner next to it.
“Holy shit, Ma. You just put this together.”
She shook her head. “Nonsense. We’ve had these set up for a while. I just cleaned up and put fresh linens on the beds. You’ll need to go down to the kitchen and grab a few things if you want to put them in the kitchen.”
Mom stepped over to one of the doors I didn’t know where it led to. “In here is another bedroom. It has access through here and has a door on its own to the outside hall. There’s another one on the other side. Everything should be stacked with towels, toilet paper, and paper towels. Whatever you need that’s not in here, just let me or one of the other ol’ ladies know, and we’ll get it for you.”
“Ol’ lady. I still have a hard time with that one.” Katie told Ensley who elbowed her. “What? Why do people keep wanting to shut me up?”
“Chill,” Ensley growled.
“Whatever.” Katie turned to my mom. “Thank you so much for all of this.” She then pointed to the room on the left. “I’ll take that one.”
“I’ll take that one too,” Dryerson repeated to Katie who ignored him and instead asked my mom, “There are locks on all these doors. Right?” The hopeful tone had me smiling. Knowing the Ravage MC, there were a shit ton of high-grade locks installed.
“Of course. And if anyone gives you problems”—Mom stared at Dryerson—“tell me, and I’ll have it handled.”
Dryerson put his arms out. “What’d I do?”
