Page 1 of Georgie (Sons of Hell MC #10)
An hour after the funeral of Mr. Munson...
“You want me to do what?”
“Order George to help Josephine,” Jack Orlean frankly stated, taking a seat before pulling LeeAnn McDonald snug into his lap.
Yeah, I wasn’t about to comment on that relationship.
“And why would I do that?”
“Because I want him to marry my daughter.”
“And I want Georgie settled,” Granny, George’s grandmother, Martha Steiner added. It wasn’t every day that a brother’s grandmother and a respected member of the community asked for a meeting with me. If I had known what the conversation was about, I would have flat out fucking refused.
“Don’t you two,” I said, pointing at Jack and LeeAnn, “have a wedding to plan and you, Granny, aren’t you busy with the toy drive at the hospital?”
“We’re multitasking.” LeeAnn smiled. “Learned all about it in Southern Bride. It was an eye-opening article. I’ll send you a copy, King.”
“You can multitask me any day, baby,” Jack whispered, nuzzling LeeAnn’s neck as she giggled like a schoolgirl in love for the first time.
Shivering, I rolled my eyes and interrupted the two lovebirds. “So because the three of you don’t have enough to do, you’ve decided to play matchmaker as well?”
“Don’t look at us that way, King,” Granny huffed. “You just wait till Cameron or Rose gets older and starts sowing their wild oats.”
Holding up my hand, I interrupted, “First of all, my Rose is never getting married. As for Cameron, neither will he, because I am almost fucking positive his ass will be incarcerated in a six-by-six cell for the rest of his life. I’m not saving for college and shit; I’m saving for bail money and attorney fees. ”
Granny groaned, ignoring my comment as she continued. “Like I was saying, it’s exhausting and frankly, I’m tired of it. My grandson isn’t getting any younger and at this rate, he will never find a good woman.”
Chuckling, I shook my head.
This was hands down the most asinine conversation I’d ever had and that was saying something because I’d had conversations with my brother, Gunner!
“So you’ve picked for them.”
“Damn right we have,” Granny snipped, and Jack nodded in agreement.
“And there is none better for George than my Josie. She could use a real man for once. Not one of those new-age fancy-boys who likes to wear eyeliner and skinny jeans. Pardon my French, ladies, but back in my day, men were men. Plain and simple.”
Frowning, I looked at the man. “Aren’t you supposed to be sick or something?”
Jack grinned, waving his hand as if what I said didn’t matter. “Ain’t been sick a damn day in my life. Only going to those stupid appointments ’cause Josie feels guilty for moving back home. Silly girl thinks she’s a burden. Not her fault she got mixed up with a con artist.”
“And it has nothing to do with the fact that George is your doctor?”
Jack smirked. “Maybe.”
Shaking my head, I ran my hands down my face and moaned. “Look, folks, I got love for all of you and I’d really love to help you out with this, but I can’t order a brother around because his grandmother wants him settled.”
“Wouldn’t even be here if George hadn’t messed up,” Jack groaned.
“You hold it right there, Jack Orlean. We don’t know what caused them to fight. For all we know, Josephine could be at fault.”
“Hey!” LeeAnn piped up. “You watch who you’re talkin’ about, lady. My stepdaughter is innocent as the driven snow!”
“LeeAnn’s right. My Josie is a good girl. I raised her right.”
“She was raised in a damn boarding school!” Martha snarked.
Jack nodded. “Which I paid handsomely for.”
“Enough!” I groaned, shaking my head. “I’m sorry, folks, but I can’t help you. George and Josephine will just have to figure out life’s mysteries by themselves.”
Jack sighed. “Figured you’d say that.”
“Yes,” Granny huffed, narrowing her eyes as she glared at me. “You did say he would say that.”
“Look, I won’t interfere in the love life of one of my brothers. I’ve got my own wife to deal with.”
Granny smirked. “Yes you do, King, and I’m not above going over your head on this one.”
“What the hell does that mean, Martha?”
Jack whistled, leaning back in his chair. “Heard about her. Haven’t had the pleasure yet, but I know my LeeAnn has taken a shine to the woman. Considers her blood.”
“That’s right, Jack. I do,” LeeAnn agreed.
“Is she like everyone says?”
“She’s better.” LeeAnn grinned devilishly, before addressing me again. “Tell me, King. How is my honorary daughter doing today?”
Grumbling, I glared at the annoying woman, rubbed the back of my neck, and muttered, “Well, he did technically claim her. So there is that.”
“Exactly.” Granny smiled warmly. “Now, how do we seal the deal?”