Page 15 of Sexy Beginnings
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I walk outside and see everyone eating and talking. Family days at the club are an escape from the everyday crazy bullshit that goes on. My eyes scan the area for Lucy and I finally spot her standing next to Tracie. Since we’re all outside Pres told Tracie to help her blend in. The club whores were pissed that she is allowed at family day and they aren’t. Shooter told ‘em plain and simple that Tracie is family, and given that she doesn’t sleep around with the brother she doesn’t count as a club whore. They weren’t happy but they shut their mouths.
Her long dark hair is tucked into a hat, while her blue eyes are covered by large sunglasses. She has on tight jeans and a red tank top that has slits cut in the side. Her outfit almost matches Tracie’s.
On my way to go see Lucy, I’m stopped by my mom. This is the first time she has been able to come to one of these. My uncle was in the MC but she never wanted anything to do with it. She met Shooter at his funeral but has never been to the clubhouse. Since I’m going to be a member, she decided she would come and see what it’s all about. She’s the only family I have around so I couldn’t really tell her no. I tried to brief her about the club and how to act before coming here, but it’s still my mom.
“Jordan!” Her arms wrap me in a hug. “How are you, baby?”
The fact that I’m twenty-three and my mother still calls me baby is not lost on me. “Ma, come on.”
“Oh, you shut up! I don’t care if you are some tough biker, you’re always my baby.” A few of the brothers hear her and start to laugh. Just more shit they can rag on me about later.
Fuck.
“Hey Whip!” Cutter calls me. “You’re lucky you already got a road name. I would have totally voted for Baby.”
She is gonna give them material for a whole fucking year. I see Lucy coming toward me. Damn.
“Mom why don’t we go inside and see who’s in there.” I grab her arm and quickly pull her inside completely avoiding Lucy. The last thing I need my mom doing is talking to her. She knows nothing about the club so I’m hoping I can give her a quick tour, introduce her to a couple of the brothers that aren’t around much and then she can leave with minimal damage done.
My mom is as clean cut as you can get. My uncle used to tell me that she missed her calling being a Stepford wife. She had dreams of me growing up and being a doctor, so it took some getting used to for her to accept my choice. The fact that she is even here is a huge step for her. “Jordan Oliver. You let go of my arm right now.” She dusts off her light blue sweater trying to rid it of any wrinkles she thinks I might have caused.
“Oliver?” Twisted half laughs.
Are you kidding me? I can’t catch a fucking break.
“Well, hello. Are you one of Jordan’s biker friends?” Biker friends? Jesus! She smiles at Twisted.
“Yes, Jordan Oliver and I love to ride our bikes through the meadow together.” Twisted starts to laugh so hard he buckles over. “Very nice to meet you, Miss Phillips.”
“Oh shush, call me mom. I’ll be like the club mom. You boys ever need anything you can give me a call.” As much as I appreciate the fact that she is embracing the brothers, I hate it. She beams a smile at Twisted and I’m ready to just take my cut off now. They will never shut the fuck up about this shit.
Lucy walks in and heads straight for us. “Hey, everything okay?”
I run my hand over my hair. “Yeah. I just—”
“Jordan, don’t be rude. Who is this lovely young lady?” She extends her hand to Lucy. “Hello dear, I’m Jordan’s mama.”
“Hi, I’m Lucy. It’s so nice to meet you.” Her smile is wide and she begins to talk to my mom. They walk over to the food table as I stand there dumbfounded.
“Damn Whip, you aren’t even together and she’s already meeting your mom?” Wrench laughs next to me.
I want to tell him to shut the fuck up, but being a prospect I can’t. I swear the day I get my patch I’m gonna curse all these damn cocksuckers out.
I catch a line out of their conversation and my face drops. “Let me tell you about the time his second grade teacher called me.”
“Mom!” I rush over to her. “I want to show you some stuff. I’ll see ya later, Lucy.”
I pull my mother away before she can object or continue her story.
I’ve changed my mind I really fucking hate family days.
