Page 5 of Other Woman Drama (Content Advisory #4)

Four

Dyslexic with tice nits.

— Silver’s secret thoughts

SILVER

I should’ve been surprised a couple of hours later when I came outside to find my car there, but I wasn’t.

Spending any more time with me than he had to would’ve probably killed Webber.

The text from the unknown number saying “car’s in the lot. Key’s under the mat” did disappoint me, though.

I’d gotten excited over the last two hours thinking I was going to get to see Webber again, but I should’ve kept it under control.

Webber hated me, and I honestly didn’t blame him.

My dad wasn’t the greatest person in the world.

He wasn’t the worst—my mom held that position—but he wasn’t far off.

It was no surprise that my mom and dad had hooked up.

They were both the dregs of society, though my dad had hidden it way better than my mother.

I got into my car and fished my keys out from under the mat, then headed to my favorite breakfast spot where I’d said that I would meet Aella after Webber had sent the text.

I smiled when I saw my sister and walked right up to her and gave her a hug.

“Where’s Riggens and Chevy?” I asked.

“Chevy’s at work, and Riggens is at the table.” She pointed to the table with the car seat. “I was just placing our order.”

“Sweet,” I said. “How’d he sleep last night?”

Riggens was now six months old, but he slept like absolute dog shit.

Aella was exhausted, and it showed.

“Do you have to work tonight?” I asked.

“In a couple of hours,” she said. “Though, I was going to beg you to watch Riggens so I can go without calling in.”

“Your nanny backed out?” I asked.

“My nanny quit because Riggens is ‘too much work,’” she grumbled.

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll watch him. You know I don’t sleep well anyway. We’ll figure it out with the nanny situation. Until then, I’ve got him when you’re forced to work.”

She snickered. “I’m not forced. I actually love working.”

“Whatever you say.” I threw my arm around my sister. “If I had my choice, I’d be a stay-at-home mom all day long.”

That had actually been my dream since I was little.

When I’d experienced how my mother was, I’d told myself I would be the exact opposite.

I would be a great mom. I would be involved. I would be there every step of the way.

The only problem was, you had to find a man that was willing to let you be a stay-at-home mom, and so far, I hadn’t found one yet.

Or, at least, the one I wanted definitely didn’t want that kind of life with me.

I got to the table and little Riggens was wide-eyed and looking around.

He grinned when he saw us both.

“You know, if you took my car home, you could catch a few hours of sleep. I could get our food and bring it to your place, and you can take it to lunch,” I pointed out.

Aella didn’t have to think about that for a second.

“Done.” She handed me her keys. “I’d ask for yours but…”

“The locks are fixed.” I fished my massive key ring out of my pocket. “No key necessary still, though.”

“You finally fixed them?” she asked as we made the switch.

“We did,” I confirmed. “I’m going to the store first, though. I need new underwear.”

“Whatever you need to do.” Aella smacked a kiss on my cheek and took off like she was late for an appointment.

Though, I guess she was late for an appointment…with her bed.

Grinning, I picked up Riggens in his car seat and walked back up to the counter.

“Hey, Dorothy,” I called out. “Can you make all that to-go?”

“Sure thing, doll,” she said.

I went to the to-go seating and sat with Riggens in my lap, his car seat digging into my thighs, and stared at my nephew. “You know you’re slowly killing your mother, right?”

Riggens showed me a gummy smile.

The door opened and I glanced up, gritting my teeth when I saw Officer Moran.

Though, she’d ditched the uniform.

She went to the side and stood, not ordering, and not hiding the fact that she was watching me.

I ignored her and kept talking to Riggens.

“Your mommy would love for you to sleep through the night so your daddy and her can catch up on some sleep,” I teased.

Riggens smiled wider.

Gosh, he sure was a cute kid.

“Silver, doll. You’re up!”

I got up with Riggens’ heavy ass car seat and walked to the front.

“Oh, you got your hands full. Why don’t you come back and get the food?”

I would, but Officer Moran would probably call the cops on me for leaving Riggens in the car.

“I got it,” I said. “Thanks, though.”

She reluctantly handed it to me, and I headed for the door.

Officer Moran didn’t get the door, but she did follow me out only after I struggled to get out of the door with my hands super full.

I ground my teeth and headed for Aella’s car.

“Nice ride,” Officer Moran drawled. “You steal it?”

“No,” I said through gritted teeth. “It’s my sister’s. And she’s married to an anesthesiologist.”

As in, she has bookoos of money to spare, and one Cadillac Escalade Ultimate is barely a sneeze in the bucket for her husband to fork out the money for.

“I see there are some open cases on her kid,” Moran pushed as she crowded me.

That’s when I got angry.

“Back. Off!”

Moran’s eyes went up. “Why don’t you make me?”

My eyes were seething with anger as I opened my door and slammed it into her body.

She growled. “I could have you arrested for that.”

“We’re not in Podunk Kilgore!” I seethed. “You have no jurisdiction here.”

“Oh, that was a big word for you.” She pushed closer.

I put everything down, food on the ground, baby in the car but not in the base, ignored the closeness of the woman that was harassing me, and did the only thing I could.

I turned around and swung.

She didn’t see it coming because I guess she expected me to continue to be my bright and sunny self.

Not to react, but to let her push me around.

Which is why I punched her stupidly hard jaw perfectly.

One swing and bam, right in the kisser.

She fell back onto her ass, and I used that time to grab my food and jump in the backseat with Riggens.

Locking the doors, I did the only thing I could think of to do—I called Webber.

Webber answered on the first ring.

“Webb’s.”

“Piers,” I gasped as my hand started to throb.

I’m not sure why I called him Piers instead of Webber.

It was just an instinct that resonated inside of me with rightness.

“Silver,” he said. “What’s going on?”

Moran picked herself up off the grounder rubbing her jaw as I gave him the rundown of everything that happened, ending with ‘please tell Aella and Chevy what’s going on. I would, but I want to keep my phone free just in case.’

He listened to me explain, but I could already hear him on the move.

A door slammed, and then you could hear the rev of his bike. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Already have Cakes calling Chevy.”

Moran slammed her hand down onto Aella’s window, and I wondered if I should leave, but I had a feeling I was about to be dealing with cops, and I probably shouldn’t move.

Riggens started to cry, and I grabbed his pacifier and placed it into his mouth to help soothe him.

The banging kept up, but the yelling started to freak Riggens out more.

“Shhhh,” I cooed at my nephew. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”

As in, there was a gun in my purse, and if that bitch started to get out of control, she was going down.

I didn’t care if she was a police officer or not.

The sound of a roaring set of pipes—several as a matter of fact—started to vibrate the air around us and a sense of relief filled me.

It filled Riggens as well, because the moment he heard those pipes, he started to calm down instantly.

It had me smiling despite the terrible situation.

The sirens started up, too, but neither sound stopped Moran’s banging on my window.

Spittle was gathered at the corners of her mouth and dribbling down her chin she was so intent on her task.

The bikers arrived first, but Moran still didn’t stop.

She kept slamming her hand down on the window.

She was slamming her hand so hard now that her hand was getting bloody with the force she was using.

It was disgusting, and I felt horrible about it because it was getting all over Aella’s new car.

She’d definitely need a car wash after this.

Bikers pulled in close, and before Moran could comprehend the danger she was in, she was being pushed back by a VERY angry father.

A very angry father that looked like he’d run here from the hospital.

He had sweat covering his face, anger in his eyes, and veins distended all over his arms as he forced himself to not make a move toward the crazy bitch.

Jesus, he was angry.

The hospital was a half a mile away!

The proximity of the diner to the hospital wasn’t by accident.

Since Aella and I both worked there, we’d chosen it to eat at in passing—her going into work and me coming out of work.

Sometimes we talked over our morning showers about our day, and others we met up at the diner for a quick recap of our days.

She was my best friend, my ride or die.

I was always up to date with everything that was happening in her life.

Especially when CPS—child protective services—had been called on her for neglectful parenting by Officer Moran’s bother who was butt hurt that he hadn’t made it into the Truth Tellers MC.

Anyway, the CPS thing had been a big deal for all the parents in the club.

Chevy and Aella. Cutter and Milena. And although they weren’t in the club, Dima and Keely.

Hell, Otto Moran had even called CPS and reported Webber’s daughter, Eedie.

Luckily, Eedie had been seventeen and fully capable of telling the world that she was most certainly not abused by her father.

The pattern had been spotted by the caseworkers at CPS, and all other calls had been immediately written off.

Moran—there was really no reason to call her “officer” anymore because I was going to make sure she lost her job—puffed up her chest and started to posture up to a seething Chevy when Webber came up to Chevy’s side.

He must’ve said something to Chevy because he relaxed slightly and turned to me.

I got out and let him see his child. “He’s perfectly fine. I had him in the car before she started doing anything.”

He swallowed hard and moved into the open door, peering into the car seat to stare at his son.

His son smiled and dropped his paci out of his mouth.

It was the cutest gummy smile I’d ever seen.

“Hey, there,” Chevy said. “You okay, bud?”

I left them to it, going up to Webber’s side.

Webber caught me by the hip, his arm across my body, and pushed me behind him.

Instead of letting me go, though, he pulled me in close until my body was pressed up against his back.

Likely, he did this because he wanted to make sure that he knew where I was so I didn’t go and punch her in the face again.

Now that she didn’t have her face pressed up against the window, I could see the blood on the window hadn’t all been from Moran’s hand but also from her lips.

She had blood bubbling at the side as she bellowed, “You can’t hit a police officer!”

“Ma’am,” an officer said from the side. “Please step back and explain to me in detail what happened.”

I looked at his breast pocket, right above his badge, and saw the officer’s name was “ASSMAN.”

Nice.

“I was questioning her childcare tactics when she whirled around and punched me,” Officer Moran said. “I was fearing for the child’s life.”

I snorted. “I was fearing for my nephew’s life. That’s why I punched you in the face and knocked you on your ass.”

“Oh, is that right?” she sneered.

“I have cameras!” Dorothy called out. “And you can see everything!”