Twitch: A Steel Bones Motorcycle Club Novella by Cate C. Wells

Author:Cate C. Wells [Wells, Cate C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-07T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 6

I mean to call home, and I even ask Twitch where the phone is, but after he tells me, I can’t seem to drag myself from where he’s laid me in his narrow twin bed. It’s warm, even with no kerosene heater, and his big body makes me feel tucked in the safest corner of the world. For the first time in months, I fall right away into a deep sleep.

He wakes me up in the wee hours when the light is only just turning gray, and he guides me up on my knees to ride him until we both come, laughing and breathless. It hurts, but only a little, and I know his ribs must ache a great deal more, so I’m not mad about it.

He wants me to stay, but I know everyone will be apoplectic with worry, and I can’t bring myself to call the house at five in the morning to say I’ve slept at a man’s house.

Well, clubhouse.

Twitch gamely gives me a ride home, and if he’s a lot stiffer than he was yesterday, the ride is as wonderful, bracing and thrilling.

I expect Twitch to pull up to the curb so I can hop off and dash inside, maybe even before everyone wakes up. It’s the weekend, after all. Father and Jean sleep in at least until nine.

I misjudged.

Twitch pulls into the driveway, and the instant he does, the front door flies opens. Mother steps out, still in her house dress from yesterday, only wearing slippers and no stockings. Father follows her in a tie and jacket.

Mother’s face is streaked red, and Father’s arms are so straight at his sides, his chest so far out, it’s like he’s standing at attention. He’s furious.

“Thank you. I’ll catch you later,” I whisper quietly as Twitch lowers the kickstand. I slide down and stride quickly up the front walk.

I expect to hear a roar as he backs up and drives off. I’m so distracted by Mother’s wobbling chin that I don’t notice right away that there’s no sound of an engine.

“Where were you?” Mother clutches her housecoat together. “Father was going to go to the police station and file a missing person’s report!”

“I’m so sorry.” I skip up the three steps to the porch, and I let her drag me into her arms, squeezing me so tight all my bones grind together.

“Don’t you ever do that again. Ever,” she admonishes while she sets me back, a tissue clenched in her fist.

“I won’t. I promise.” Mother and I aren’t the closest, but you’d have to have a heart of stone not to be done in by the desperate panic in her eyes.

“Was she with you?” Father’s cold, stern voice breaks through Mother’s sobs.

I’m confused for a moment until I hear a voice from the bottom of the porch steps.

“Yes, sir.”

Twitch. He didn’t ride off. I turn, and he’s standing at attention too, but leaning a good bit to port because of his ribs.

“What’s wrong with you, boy?”

I wince. Father is always imperious, stuffy, but usually he’s polite.

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