Page 5 of Grease’s Guide (Reckless Omens MC #7)

Becky

“Ahhh, but Miss. Becky, We’re not ready to leave yet! We just got here,” Jett pleads, sticking out her lower lip and pouting. That face is one that could bring you to your knees. The problem is, I’ve been with these guys long enough to know behind those big, blue, innocent eyes is a stealthy, mischievous side. The girl really is as sweet as she can be, just like her mama, Izzy. The problems lie with her daddy's side. Like Hitter, that quiet, calculating thinking is always going on behind the scenes.

It's one of the main reasons I have to watch out for her and Bronx, Piper and Swift's son, more than the other kids. You would think Rome would be my biggest worry, but that boy wouldn't do anything to put his sister or Paisley in harm's way. He’s usually the one watching over them with eagle eyes. That boy might not be Loki’s biological son, but one glance at his crossed arms, smirk, and narrow eyes constantly keeping watch of his surroundings, and you know who that child’s dad is.

“Bigger eyes, add some tears,” Bronx says, trying and failing to cover his words with a sarcastic cough from behind her.

“Not this time, guys. We need to get back. Tonight's family night at the club. Vice and Drift are coming back into town,” I tell them excitedly. They don't take the bait. While they can somewhat remember the nomads of the club, Vice and Drift apparently don't make it back home as much as they used to. Something about bad memories of the place and losing someone close to them before I arrived. I’ve never been brave enough to ask for the entire story.

The kids complain a bit more but still climb into the backseat. I give the prospect chaperoning our outing today a nod, and he puts the SUV in drive and heads for the compound. It used to make me crazy having a babysitter around all the time. I think it was the thought of the ladies not trusting me with their kids, which I could understand if I were a stranger, but after a while, I was worried it was me. Though what reason had I given them to trust me? I was lying. I was in trouble, and being around them potentially brought that danger to their doorstep. I warred with those feelings. Hell, I still do, but I also know in my heart I will protect all these babies with my life.

I don't know if Piper could sense it, but she sat me down one day and told me the real reason. The club and its members have a lot of enemies. Those enemies wouldn't hesitate to kidnap or hurt the kids or women. Actually, it's happened quite a bit. After that conversation and then actually witnessing some of the danger that comes with the club, let's just say it no longer bothers me to have someone around all the time.

The kids fall asleep not too far into the drive, and I don’t even realize I zone out until the prospect mutters from beside me.

“What the hell is going on now?”

I look up as we pull into the driveway to the compound, and an unfamiliar car is parked at the gate. He pulls up next to the vehicle and puts it in park. He turns to me.

“Stay in the vehicle,” he demands before opening the door and getting out. I can hear yelling but cannot tell what they are saying. I hear a woman's voice, though, so I don't think there's any danger. I’ve never been great at following orders, especially when they come from a man. So I take one more look at the kids before opening my door and getting out.

I round the vehicle, and my eyes, as usual, automatically find the piercing blue eyes that haunt my dreams. I glare, just because, then turn my head toward the commotion.

I can feel my eyes get huge at the person standing in front of the gate.

“I told you not to get out of the car. Get back in with the kids. I’ll remove the lady from the gate. You drive on through.” I place my hand on his arm, stopping him.

“No, don't touch her. I promise you that's the last thing you want to do,” I warn.

“You know the crazy lady?” he asks.

“Yeah, that's my mama.” We hear a growl coming from the direction of the gate. The prospect pulls his arm from my touch like I burned him, but I don't have time to care at the moment.

“Mom?” I question, running to her. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, sweet baby, I came right away, but I think it's time for us to go,” she tells me, and my legs nearly give out. All the blood drains down to my toes, and I feel like I might pass out. No, I can't lose it now.

“Now hold the fuck on. What the fuck is going on, and why the hell are you even entertaining the idea of leaving?” Grease asks, fuming. I don't think I’ve ever seen him this furious before.

“They found you?” I ask, not bothering to even look in his direction. My life here, with these people, in this town, is done. It has to be.

“Toots, what's going on?” he asks, moving closer to the gate. That nickname with that nearly panicked tone has tears rushing to my eyes.

“They found me. Which means it's only a matter of seconds before they find you,” Mama says, sadness and sympathy pouring out of her. “I know you loved it here. Loved these people.” She looks back at the people I’ve so quickly fallen in love with… she scans her eyes over the crowd but stops on Grease, and I know my cheeks are probably heated.

I can't think of that. Turning to Swift, the man who gave me a chance, I speak:

“I didn't mean to bring danger to you or your family. I was caught up in an incident with some really powerful people. The best place to go unnoticed was with an MC. I appreciate the protection and the home here. I love these children and all of you, but it's time for me to go. Please tell the children I love them.” I choke on that last sentence but clear my throat, needing to get it out. “Tell them I love them. That I wouldn't leave if I had a choice.”

I want to tell them so much more. Tell Bronx to keep him and Jett out of trouble, not get them into it. To tell Jett to keep up with ballet, she’ll be able to do the prettiest pliés just like Rae and Paisley real soon. I want to tell Rome to not hold back his emotions and love. To tell Rae she is stronger than she knows, and even if she doesn't know where she fits so much right now, she always has her family with her. I want to tell Paisley all my ideas for her Marvel birthday party. I want to watch Zara and the triplets grow. There’s so much I want to do and say, but I’ve simply, or not so simply…. Ran out of time. With any luck they will find the letter I left in the room I use when I stay here in case this ever happened. I would be okay if it took them years to find it. I just want them to know, eventually.

I turn and rush to Mama's apparently new or possibly stolen car. With my mama, you can never tell. A voice rings out and clutches my heart and soul.

“Tootsie, you stop right the fuck there. Open this mother fuckin’ gate. NOW!” Grease yells as he pounds and punches the metal.

I open the passenger door and look back at him with tears in my eyes, and for the first time ever, I give him something I know he’s wanted for years, but was always too proud and cocky to ask for. I give him a real, genuine smile. One that hopefully conveys every emotion I feel for the man. One that is from deep within my soul. I’ve shocked him so much that he freezes, and that moment of hesitation gives me just enough time to escape. Leaping in the car, I turn away from him.

“Drive, mama. Hurry! Before they can catch up to us, too.”

And with that, she takes off, and I leave my heart, soul, life, and love in the rearview mirror of a stolen 93’ Ford Bronco.