Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Mom starts cooking, and I know immediately what she’s cooking. It’s my favorite meal—Eggs Benedict. She makes it every time I come around in the morning, some weeks I don’t visit enough. But I try to see her at least twice a week. She’s lonely in this house by herself. I bought it for her and even give her money every week, which she refuses to spend but I won’t take back.
“Why do you look different, tell me, Creed?” She’s watching me, spatula in hand as she studies me.
“Just tired, Ma.”
She shakes her head. “Nope, tell me.”
Did I forget to mention my mother was a lawyer, a damn good one too? That’s why when I came along, I was such a surprise. She was an established lawyer, no husband, and older than she thought she could get pregnant. She thought those days had passed her, but she was wrong.
“It’s a girl.”
She smiles, turning around to get back to cooking. “Her name?” she asks nicely. I can tell she’s excited. She always asks me when I’m bringing a woman home for her to meet. I tell her she’s the only woman in my life. She wants grandchildren. It’s not something I want.
“It’s nothing.” I shake my head, reaching for the coffee that’s now gone cold.
“Oh, it’s not nothing, especially since you mentioned her. Now tell me her name at least.” She puts the plate in front of me.
“Elicea.”
Pulling the chair out, she sits down next to me. “I look forward to meeting her. How did you meet her?”
That’s the trick question, isn’t it?
“I hired her.”
Mom clucks her tongue and sits back. She has an idea of what our club really does but doesn’t ask because she knows I won’t tell.
“So she knows what you do?” Her arms are crossed over her chest. One thing I was always shitty at was lying to her. Not just because she’s a lawyer and can spot bullshit a mile away, but because I have the utmost respect for her, so lying to her pains me.
“She knows—some of what I do.”
“I see.” Mom takes my coffee cup and starts making me a fresh one. “Well, I would like to meet her. Hopefully, soon?”
“We’ll see.”
The front door bursts open and Echo walks in. He pushes his blond hair from his face kisses my mother’s cheek then sits down, stealing my plate of food.
“You back?” I ask him.
He shakes his head with a mouthful of food, my fucking food he just stole from my plate. “Don’t tell them I’m back.”
I smirk at him. “If you don’t stop eating my food, I will.”
He stops with the fork to his lips, decides to bite then pushes the plate back to me. He looks up to my mother who’s already making him his own plate.
“Darby’s been ringing me almost every day.” His hands pull at his hair. “Just because he chooses never to leave the joint, he thinks I don’t want to.”
“Why are you back then?” He slides down on the chair. Ma places a plate in front of him and before he answers, he’s already eating. She kisses the top of his head then mine before she walks into the other room, knowing he wants to talk but won’t in front of her.
“She called, again. Like she had every right, too. Who the fuck does she think she is?”
I shake my head at him. “Stop answering. Change your fucking number.”
“She wants me to come to their house to talk. Is she insane?”
If he keeps pulling at his hair, he’s going to go bald.
“Cut your hair,” I tell him.
His hands stop and he looks up at me like I’m crazy. “Fuck off! Can I crash here for a while?”
Before I can answer, Ma does. “Of course, you can. Creed doesn’t sleep here anyway, you can use his room.”
Echo gets up, his eyes looking around before they come back to me. “And don’t think Falcon hasn’t been messaging me about you. I plan to meet her soon. Will be interesting to see what kind of girl can crack that shell of yours.” He walks off in the direction of my old room.
Echo’s mother and father are assholes, they favor his brother more than they should. When he needs somewhere to go, he usually ends up here. He likes it here because Ma cooks for him like his mother used to. Plus, she loves him.
“He’s very broken,” Ma comments, walking back in and sitting across from me. She takes hold of my hand, brushing it with her fingers. “He’s lucky to have you all. Even if Darby calls every day, it’s just cause he’s worried.”
I nod my head, it’s true. We all worry about Echo, even when he gives us nothing to worry about. But a person can only experience so much hurt before they break. And he’s slowly breaking.