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Turning, I find Elio there, staring at Liam with a bored expression. “Do me a favor kid. Get a fucking hobby or sport you like and don’t listen to your douche bag father, got me? You target my kid again and you’ll have more than Elio to worry about.”
Liam nods profusely and gets up, hurrying away to lick his wounds, leaving his father on the ground behind him.
“Huh. I just thought he was an asshole. Maybe he’s an asshole because his parents are. I mean, he’s shit at school and at sport, but it must be hard to be crap at everything with judgement dicks for parents,” Jax says, watching Liam walk away.
“I’d say it’s because he’s a fat ginger,” Rider says, looking smug with his winnings.
“As an ex-fat ginger, I agree with him. Ginger kids are the worst.” Switch looks over his shoulder at the smart mouth ginger kid the big littles sometimes hang out with, and lets out an exaggerated shudder.
“So, who started it this time?” Moss Davies asks, coming to stop next to us, hand resting on his service weapon.
“Would you believe me if I said it was the other side?” Fox asks.
Moss gives him a bored look, “From one eye witness I’ve spoken to, it was Lovely who threw the first punch.”
My brow raises, “Who did you speak to?”
Moss points to the ref, standing on the edge of the field. “Fucking snitch,” Nitro mutters, heading in the ref’s direction.
“Ah, shit,” Moss moves quickly onto the field, just in time to catch Vi’s swinging hand.
My brothers and I stand on the sidelines, watching the chaos. The kids soccer team have clearly chosen sides, cheering on the DRMC women. Vi and Moss are having an animated conversation in Spanish and the big littles seem to have gone back to their hustling ways.
“They’re never having us back, are they?” Savage asks, watching the chaos.
“Nope,” Tank replies, taking a long draw of his beer. Tapping me in the stomach with an unopened bottle in his hand, I take it, nodding at him.
“Thanks, brother.”
“Anything for family.”
Kaia
“Argh I can’t believe those assholes banned my babies from the team.”
“Does it help that Chelsea and her mean girl gang had their kids banned as well?” Leo asks, brows raised.
“I guess,” I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest, pouting. “I just don’t like that my babies aren’t allowed to do something they love.”
“It’s OK, Mom, I can join the volleyball team or something, and Jax’s huge ass should be playing football anyway,” Annie grins at her brother who glares at her.
“Still, I don’t like it.”
“I know, baby. How’s your cheek feeling?” Leo tries to distract me.
“I can’t feel it thanks to the peas you put on it. And whatever that cream is that Mama Debs gave us.” I scowl at the thought that I let that horrible mole get a slap in. On the upside I’m pretty sure that I broke her nose, so I guess we’re even.
“Knock knock!” is sung from outside the front door before it’s almost kicked in. “We’re here to cheer you up!” Blanche says, swanning in, looking not quite right.
“OK, we’ll leave you to your girls,” Leo kisses the top of my head and hauls ass out of the house, the twins following behind. I asked Annie if she wanted to stay but apparently, like her brother, they would rather hang with the younger prospects and Sage than us. No worries, I will teach Annie the ways of 1997 Silversprings Stevie Nicks at a later date.
My girls all swan in, taking places on the couches or in Chewy’s case, the floor.
“Why do you look weird?” Chewy says, staring at Blanche.
“Huh? I look the way I always do. Although I showered and got that grass stain off my face from soccer this morning.”
“No, that’s not it. Something isn’t right.” Chewy narrows her eyes at her sister-in-law, staring at her until it becomes uncomfortable for all of us.
