Page 19 of Georgie (Sons of Hell MC #10)

Georgie

Collapsing on my bed, I had just closed my eyes when someone threw my door open with a flourish.

“Wakey-wakey Carebear!” the bane of my existence chirped. “We’ve got shit to do!”

Groaning, I covered my head with my pillow and grumbled, “Go away, Carnage. I just got back from New York. I need sleep.”

Traveling from Rosewood, Virginia to New York City and back, I spent the last three motherfucking days ensuring Aksana Ivenok survived her stabbing, and she would, barring any more complications.

All I cared about now was sleeping for the next twenty-four hours.

So whatever Cameron had up his sleeve, he could shove it up his ass and wait.

I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Sleep is overrated. Now move your ass.”

“No, I need sleep.”

“You can sleep on the plane.”

Confused, I peeked out from under my pillow and asked, “What plane?”

“The plane Granny said I could borrow for the day.” The little brat smiled as if that explained everything.

Narrowing my eyes, I glared at the little shit. There was no fucking way my granny would let a seven-year-old borrow her plane. Well, at least I didn’t think she would, but this was Cameron, so who really knew what Granny would do?

Clapping his hands, the brat added, “Now get your lazy butt up and let’s go!”

With that, the little shit marched his four-foot nothing ass out of my room. Groaning, I rolled over and looked at the ceiling and swore to every deity I could think of, blaming them for Cameron Hobbs!

“GEORGE HARRISON STEINER!” Granny shouted, and I shot straight up from my bed. “Move your ass!”

What the fuck is Granny doing here?

After dressing, I groggily walked down the stairs of the clubhouse as King walked over to me, grinning like an idiot and handing me a cup of coffee.

Taking it from him, I growled, “I fucking hate you.”

King chuckled.

“Hurry up, Carebear!”

Looking around the main room, my eyes widened when I not only saw Granny and Cameron but also dressed and ready for whatever chaos was about to ensue was Benny, Sean, Kai, Jasper, and Jasmine. Standing behind them were Nash and Fiona.

Gulping, I looked at King and sneered, “Paybacks are a painful rectal exam. Remember that when I have you bent over the table?”

“Bring it on.” King laughed. “Because this is going to be so worth it!”

The laughing fucker bellowed joyously as he walked away, leaving me with the miniature hellions. The second King disappeared, the little brats started jumping around and talking all at once.

“Can we go now?”

“Are we really going on a plane?”

“I hope we get some beignets!”

“I don’t like heights.”

“Dad is not paying me enough for this shit.”

“I’m hungry.”

Before I could tell them all to shut up, the littlest one tugged on my jeans. Looking down, I saw Sean, Enigma and Sugar’s son, peering up at me.

“Yeah?”

“Can I bring my truck?” Sean asked, holding his red firetruck.

Fiona took mercy on me and picked Sean up. “Sure, Sean, and you can sit next to me and show me all the cool things your truck does.”

“Alright, children,” Granny said in a firm authoritative voice. “Let’s get this show on the road!”

I stood there and watched as a stampede of children raced out of the clubhouse when I heard laughter come from behind me. Turning slowly, I saw all my brothers and their wives, unsuccessfully hiding their laughter.

“Better hurry, Georgie,” my brother Frankie teased. “My little buddy doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

Storming toward the front doors, I shouted, “I hate you all!”

The clubhouse erupted in laughter.

“You ready to tell me why we are taking this lot to New Orleans?” I asked Granny, who was currently reading a book.

Closing it, she turned to look at me and smiled.

“Because you need help.”

“Okay. I’ll bite. Help with what?”

“Josephine.”

Groaning, I laid my head back and closed my eyes. “Granny, please tell me this is a joke. Josephine made her decision. She wants to stay friends. I will not force her to do something she doesn’t want.”

“No, she got overwhelmed and instead of reading the room and listening to her, you heard what you wanted. That beautiful girl is dealing with a lot right now and instead of giving her some compassion, you cut tail and run, just like you always do.”

“I do not.”

“Oh yes, you do,” Granny sneered. “Every time something gets too heavy, you back away. You’ve been like that ever since your parents died. It’s time for you to man up. You will not get the girl if you don’t commit.”

“Jesus Christ, Granny!” I growled. “I was committed. I claimed her. What more did I need to do?”

“Don’t you get lippy with me, boy. I’m still big enough to throw you over my knee.

That girl has the weight of the world on her right now.

She’s got a con artist trying to weasel his way back into her life.

She’s got a grown ass man-child for a father who thinks he’s a randy teenager again.

A ski lodge to run and a wedding to take care of and that’s not including two little kids to raise.

The woman needs a damn break! And instead of listening and understanding, you walked away from her.

She’s supposed to be your friend, George.

Best friend, according to you. Friends don’t leave the other one hanging. ”

“And flying the brats to New Orleans is going to fix this?”

“Mostly. There is someone there Cameron believes will help you secure Josephine, and let’s face it. Right now, you can use all the help you can get. Plus, there is another issue Cameron has offered to help me with. We’re killing two birds with one stone, so to speak.”

“What other issue?”

“Never you mind about that. That’s between me and the young man.”

Looking at my granny, I narrowed my eyes. “Granny, are you matchmaking?”

Instead of answering me, the stubborn woman opened her book, thus ending the conversation.

A few hours later,

“GO AWAY! THE BAR IS CLOSED!”

Standing on the sidewalk on Bourbon Street, I watched as Cameron and Granny banged on The Bourbon Bar’s doors.

“You open this door right now, Wade Crawley!” Granny shouted. “I know your momma, boy, and I’m not afraid to call her!”

“Yeah!” Cameron yelled. “What Granny said!”

“I don’t care!” Gator shouted from inside his bar. “Nuttin’ you say is gonna make me open these doors!”

Granny huffed and looked at Cameron, who was smiling up at the conniving woman. “Do it.”

I watched as Cameron’s face beamed with mischief.

Stretching his hands out, he cracked his little knuckles before reaching into his jacket and pulling out a piece of paper. Bending down, he slid it under the door and waited.

A few seconds passed before the door opened and an arm reached out, grabbed Carnage by his coat, and yanked him inside the club, the doors slamming shut behind him.

Fucking great!

New Orleans just swallowed Carnage whole!