“Sounds good,” she nodded then turned her head in surprise when Trix came in, carrying one of her boys on her hip and leading the other one by the hand.
“This is such a pain in the ass,” she grumbled.
“The fuck is going on?” I said under my breath. I didn’t want to freak Molly out, but if all the old ladies were coming to the club, something was happening. It pissed me right the fuck off that I had no idea what it was.
“You need help?” Molly asked hurrying forward.
“Nah, I’m okay. I left all our stuff in the car. My little brother can get it when he heads over from my parents’ house.”
Within an hour, all of my family had shown up. Any old lady who had a man in Ontario was staying the night in the clubhouse, and both Poet and Casper had brought their families, too.
“What’re you not telling me?” I asked my uncle after I’d finally ordered like twenty pizzas.
“Know as much as you do, Will,” he said quietly. “Grease called and said get your ass to the club, here I am.”
“Jesus Christ, what a clusterfuck,” I snapped, wrapping my hands around the back of my skull. “None of ’em are answering their damn phones.”
“Take it down a notch, bud,” my uncle said quietly, making me bristle. “They need to talk to us, they’ll call.”
“I should be there.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, looking at me like I was an idiot. “You’re here with your woman and kid. That’s where you need to be.”
“You’re seriously not pissed that you’re not out there with ’em?”
“Will,” Casper sighed. “Nah, man. I’m not. Me and you got the most important job, makin’ sure these nutcases are safe.” He gestured to where Farrah and Cecilia were trying to get my mom to dance with them. I scowled at the way Cecilia was shaking her ass, and glanced over to see Leo staring at my little cousin from across the room while holding one of his nephews.
“It’s been a long ass day,” I said finally.
Casper nodded his head. “Fuck yeah, it has. For you, especially. How’s Molly feelin’?”
“Sore.”
“She was high as hell when you brought her home,” he said with a chuckle.
“Yeah.”
“You know, the truth is usually easier to spew when you’re not in your right mind,” he said, thumping me on the back. “Don’t ignore that shit she was sayin’.”
“I won’t.” I looked over and found Molly lying on the couch, her head pillowed on one arm and Rebel tucked into the curve of her body. They were both sleeping in the middle of the loud, crowded clubhouse. I fucking loved that.
Chapter 19
Molly
“Pizza’s here, sugar,” Will’s voice said quietly into my ear. “Wake up and get some.” His lips hit my neck as I slowly opened my eyes.
“Oh, shit,” I grumbled, looking around the room. “I can’t believe I fell asleep. I just slept all day.”
“I can,” Will said, lifting Rebel from the couch as she woke up. “Your body’s healing, baby. You need the rest.”
“Why’s everyone here?” I asked as I pushed myself to my feet. “This isn’t normal, is it?”
Will looked at me for a minute, then shook his head. “No,” he replied. “It’s not normal.”
“Is this everyone?” I asked as he pressed his hand against the small of my back, leading me over to the pizza-covered bar top.
“Nah, about half,” Will answered. “Just the families of the guys that went out of town.”
My eyes widened as I looked around. There were a ton of people in the room, mostly ones I recognized, but a couple of women I’d never seen before were sitting in the corner with a little boy around Rebel’s age.
“Cheese?” Will asked as he let go of me to grab a couple of plates.
“I can get them,” I answered absently, taking the plates out of his hand. “You want some?”
“Nah, I’ll grab a plate later.”
I nodded silently and moved over to the pizza. I didn’t understand why everyone was in the clubhouse. The atmosphere was subdued. Not worried, exactly, but not cheerful, either. I knew the guys were up to something, had known it since they’d left that morning, but I think it all really began to sink in then.
As soon as Rebel and I sat down at a table, another thought occurred to me. “Where’s Mel?” I asked Will in confusion.
Will’s head snapped up and he searched the room hurriedly. “Fuck!” he blurted. He got to his feet and yelled for Brenna.
“What?” she asked, spinning toward Will.
“You call Melanie?”
“No,” she said slowly. “Thought Molly told her.”
“What?” I asked. “Why would I tell her?”
“You wouldn’t,” Will said, shaking his head. “Not your responsibility.”
He dug his phone out of his pocket and pounded his finger against the screen before raising it to his ear.
“Mel? Get to the clubhouse.” He scratched at his face in frustration. “Rock wants you here,” he said deeply. “Don’t care. Bring her.” He paused. “Yep. See ya in a few. Straight here, Mel.”