Page 58 of Tempted
She picks him up and spins him around. Helaughs and when they stop spinning, he wraps his arms around herneck. I watch the two girls play with him until Ellen draws myattention.
“She’s great with him,” she says.
“He likes her.”
“She’ll be a good mother.”
I raise a brow at her. “If that’s some kindof hint, don’t even bother. You know where I stand on thatmatter.”
“Mmhmm…we’ll see.”
Aunt Nita walks up on my left. “She’s pretty,I’ll give you that.”
Pretty? She’s fucking beautiful.Ravenwalks over with a gorgeous smile and a seemingly love-struckMikey.
“Hey, Ellen.”
They kiss each other’s cheeks and Mikey grinsat me.
“Hi, Unca.”
“Hey, Mikey. I see you found yourfriend.”
“Yes! I like Waben.”
“Awww. I like you, too, Mikey.”
She turns to Nita with a big smile. “Hi, MissNita. Good to see you.”
“You, too, my dear. Based on what my nephewhere has told me, you can call me Aunt Nita.”
Raven’s eyes widen and her smile gets bigger.“Really?” She asks.
“Of course, sweetheart.”
“Okay.AuntNita.” She giggles.
I listen to the four women talk, aboutnothing really, and the world around me disappears. The three womenin my life getting along…it’s a great sight.
***Raven***
Oh. My. God. I love Aunt Nita! She hasabsolutely no filter. If you don’t like what she says, too bad foryou. I want to be just like her when I grow up. Not only that, butshe basically accepted me into her family. She has no idea how muchthat means to me since I have no family of my own. At this point,Lonnie doesn’t count.
I spend most of the day with the women, butGage and Ron stick close by. I’ve seen more bikes than I have in myentire life and heard more classic rock than I care to. It’s beenfun, though. We’ve eaten a ton of junk and taken a million pictureswith bikes.
On our way out, members from some other MCsconverge on the Dealers, so Chrissy and I get separated from them.They’re all shaking hands, talking, and laughing, so we amuseourselves. The DJ plays Maroon 5’s “Animals” and we start to dance.A few men gather around us, watching with undisguised interest aswe move and glide our fingers over each other’s bodies. Two of themapproach us, their expressions looking like they’ve taken the wordsof the song’s chorus literally. They’re both wearing cuts bearingthe name Black Snakes.
“Hey, baby. Who you here with?” The older onesays. He smiles, exposing his many gold teeth.
“The Death Dealers,” I answer.
They both look behind them and then theyounger one looks us over, licking his lips.
“You owned?” Lip Licker asks.
Owned? What the fuck is he talkingabout?“Um…no.”
Their smiles get wider.
