Page 17 of Pedal to the Metal
That behavior carried over to the club brothers. I was always making sure everyone was fed. Some of the brothers began calling meLil Mamabecause of it. Sundays are and always have been for families and BBQ’s. Not many of the brothers have family outside of the club. Aside from Pops, Ranger and Thor are the only ones from the original five that had Old Ladies. Neither one ever had kids of their own though.
Riv and I would cook all the side dishes with the help of Lia, Ranger’s Old Lady, and Gemma, Thor’s Old Lady. Pops or one of the others would do all the grilling.
“Still actin’ as Lil’ Mama, huh?” he asks with a small laugh. I smile.
“Some things never change. Just ask Riv. I kept at it in Arizona too.” I laugh. And I did. When we met Buster and the guys, they became our family.
“I’m good, Minx. Go get some rest. You deserve it,” he tells me and with that, I head upstairs to my room. Before I lay down, I shoot a text to Buster.
Me:Party at the clubhouse. Be at my house at seven.
I send him the address to my childhood home and lay down. As soon as my head hits the pillow, exhaustion takes over and I fall asleep.
