Page 34 of Axle's Angel
“I think we look cute,” I reply.
“Cute isn’t what I’d say,”Roman mutters. “More like hot.”
“Thanks, big guy,” I grin and kiss his cheek, laughing out loud when his ears get a little pink.
Siera grabs a chair by the back and drags it over to us. “Hey,” she greets, sitting down and crossing her legs, taking the beer Tru hands her, “what’s shaking?”
North snorts out a laugh, and I grin at her as Tru and Janis sit on the bench in front of us. Janis stares at North until he sighs and spreads his thighs to make room for her. I’m amused when he tugs her braid, “Brat.”
She shrugs, “You’re family now, that means I get to boss you around.”
“Is that right? And how do you figure I’m your family?”
I’m barely listening to them, because Garret is walking towards us. His stride falters when Tru lays it out for him and North, something we’d all known but the two of them seemed not to get.
“Well,” Tru says, looking up at North. “You’re Axle’s adopted son, which means you’re our aunt’s now, and so that means you’re ours. It’s how it works.” The way she says it with the hidden‘duh’is amusing. Like she can’t believe he didn’t already know this. To be fair to them though, they didn’t know how the Monde’s worked. Blood meant nothing to them.
“And” Janis says, resting her elbows on his knees, tilting her head, she continues where her sister left off, “When Honor finally joins us, you’ll have a little sister too. See, family.”
“Jesus,” Roman whispers, his gaze on Siera. Mine is on Garret, and the emotion on his face. His eyes slide to North, who’s looking like someone took a two-by four to his head. A little poleaxed.
“They’re not wrong, North,” Garret says.
“Axle,” North clears his throat and looks away. We’re silent as they come to grips with something that’s been clear to all of us from the start. He turns back to Garret. “Thank you.”
Axle tips his head in acknowledgment and then looks at me. “You doing okay, Angel?”
Men! Something huge just happened, and they glossed over it.
Siera rolls her eyes, and I bite back a chuckle before replying.
“Yep, Roman and North are doing a great job of making sure I’m okay. Everything okay at the garage?”
“All sorted,” he replies, pulling up a chair and sitting next to Siera as the girls keep the conversation flowing. They're good girls and they’re hilarious. I love them to death.
It’s during a lull in our conversation that we hear them. It doesn’t take me long to realise what the building behind us is, and who it’s for when we hear the hissed conversation.
“Jesus Jen, you need to get over it. Roman isn’t the only brother in the club.”
Roman tenses and my eyes fly to Siera, who’s pretending she’s not listening.
“You don't understand, Star,” the next voice is much softer with a lilt to it, not as harsh as the first one.
“I do. You’re stuck on a brother. They’re not going to make a whore an Ol’ Lady, you know that. And that’s what you are, Jen. A whore, no matter how much you downplay it with the clothes you wear.” I wince at the harsh way this news is delivered.
“Fucks’ sake,” Roman growls and gets off the table as if he’s going to defend this Jen.
“Roman,” Garret warns. “Can’t get involved, brother.”
“It’s not what you think,” Roman glares at Garret. “It’s not what anyone thinks.”
“I’m not stuck on Roman. I don’t find him attractive at all, it’d be like fucking my brother.”
I wince at the disgust in her voice, and from the sharp inhales around us, I can tell everyone feels it too. Then Jen clears it all up by admitting, “He’s helping me study.”
“Then why are you sulking? Carnage and the other brothers seem to have no problem fucking you.”
Jen groans, “You wouldn’t understand.”
