Page 55 of Next Level
Fuckers didn’t tell me.
“Tink, it’s not that. I just wanted to let you know I’m seeing someone,” I blurt out.
Tink’s face turns from worried to shocked.
“It’s not Tamara,” I spat, not wanting her to think I picked her.
Tink interjects, “It’s Sunshine’s friend, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is. I’m sorry. I can’t lose you as my friend. I hope you know I never wanted to hurt you, but you knew this was just us having fun.”
She shakes her head. “I know. I’ll be fine. I’m just glad it’s not with that twat waffle, plus I can’t lose this club.”
I grab her for a hug. “You’ll never lose us. We’ll always have your back.”
She returns my embrace.
When we release, her expression softens. “Okay, I’m going to help get dinner out. And thank you for not being mad I beat Tamara’s ass.”
I am a little shocked.
What the fuck?
I don’t say anything. Once she’s gone, I turn to Dawg, irritated. My eyes narrow on my best friend.
Dawg raises his hands in surrender. “Hey, we didn’t want to add to your shit. We dealt with it.”
“How?” I growl.
“We kicked Tamara out. Said she couldn’t come back until you were here.”
I turn to face the bar, irritated, but I get it. I grab my beer. At least Tink handled herself. I always wondered if she could take Tamara’s crazy ass.
“Babe, you didn’t tell me your friend had superpowers.” Dawg’s voice rings with laughter next to me.
Looking over, I see Dawg is on his phone.
I snicker because my best friend isn’t wrong. My Blossom definitely has some kind of power over me.
The bar fills up with members, and we all sit around drinking as the girls get dinner ready. We’re about to sit down to eat when my ma strolls into the room.
“My boy’s home, and he doesn’t even call me!” she yells from afar.
All the brothers glance down the bar at me with mixed faces like I’m fucked.
I wince, already picturing the incoming guilt trip.
I get up from my seat and go greet her, giving her a big hug.
“Hey, Ma.”
“Don’t you, hey, Ma me. I’m mad at you,” she argues, pulling away from me.
Here we go. Why is every woman in my life crazy?
“Ma, I’m sorry. It’s been crazy. I’ve been all over and just wanted to relax when I got home. I was going to call you,” I attempt to plead my case.
“You know I don’t like having to depend on Brooke or the club giving me information. You’re my son. Samantha is my grandbaby. I should be the first person you’re calling,” Ma fires back at me.
