Page 31 of Zombie's Howl-O-Ween
“Is that what you did with Jaynee?”
“No way. She had a place of her own before we got together. If I wanted to sleep with her every night, I had to be in her bed. But we had my little Peanut to think about, too. Sadie girl needed a stable home to live in.”
I nodded, understanding what he meant. “I don’t want Trixie to be around the chaos, even though the chaos is my life. She’s not a wild girl, and I really don’t want her to turn into one.”
“That’s fair brother. You know her better than the rest of us. Just stay true to yourself and it’ll all be good.”
“When I’m with Trixie, I feel like my true self. She calms my mind.” Her presence also helped me sleep through the night. She had a magic touch.
“That’s great. I’m happy for you. And this weekend is moving day, aye?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“And then hunting day will be upon us. You are coming right?”
“Absolutely.”
“Good.” Lynx stood and collected our plates. “There are some traditions that should never stop, and the club’s Thanksgiving hunt is one of them.” He clucked his tongue and took our dishes to the kitchen.
He was right. Traditions were important. I didn’t take my club brothers for granted. Just because I was with Trixie and she meant the world to me, it didn’t mean I no longer needed my MC or that I didn’t want to be a member anymore. I wouldbe a Knight forever. But then I thought I’d never stop being an Adams.
I looked at my cell phone on the table. I’d promised Trixie that I’d reach out to my parents and invite them to our new place for Thanksgiving.
The times I’d attempted to call my mom; it didn’t end well. Like when they heard I was in a motorcycle club. Or other times, I’d get her voicemail, and I wouldn’t leave a message.
Well, a promise was a promise. I knew Trixie would ask if I’d called them, and I wouldn’t lie to her.
I dialed the number and listened to it ring, hoping it went to voicemail. Then I could tell Trixie,honestly, that I tried.
“Brandon is that you?” my mom asked, sounding hopeful.
“Yeah, it’s me.” My stomach churned. I wouldn’t be surprised if my western bacon cheeseburger found its way onto my lap. Gross.
“How are you? Where are you?”
“I’m fine. Still in Minnesota.”
She sighed. “With the biker club?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“After not hearing from you, we thought you were dead.” She sobbed into the phone, making me feel like the shitty son she’d called me many years ago. “I’m so sorry for making you leave.”
“Yeah, getting kicked out of my home was a low point in my life.” I’d gotten wasted to numb my emotions and had contemplated suicide.
“We just couldn’t take your—”
“Stop right there.” I cut her off before she pissed me off and I hung up on her. “I don’t want to talk about the past. My girlfriend wanted me to invite you and dad to Thanksgiving dinner.”
“Really? You have a girlfriend?”
I groaned. “Yes, and she’s wonderful and normal. I’m sure you’ll love her.”
“Oh, Brandon. I didn’t mean anything.”
“Listen. I’ll text our address. Discuss it with Dad, then let me know if you’re coming.” I really couldn’t be nice to her because of the way she’d treated me before.
I had scars, deep wounds that only a mother could give their child. She was supposed to have been my protector and biggest supporter. Instead, she gave up on me and tossed me out because I was too much trouble. I would never be like my parents.
