The Biker's Fate Chapter 660

"Well, therein lies the problem," Frankie admonished. "I would have been here sooner, but Angelica threatened Bianca with death if she told me before the show, which went off without a hitch, so yay me, but still, you should have told me immediately. Not cool, Pastrami."

I sighed.

"You four visit," Maisie said. "I'll make some tea."

"You don't need to do that," I said. "They won't be staying long."

"Razor," Maisie said, meeting my eyes. "Your mother has taken the time to come and visit. She'll stay as long as she needs. Right, love?"

"Right." I sighed and nodded. "Sorry, Mamma."

My mother smiled gently at Maisie and waited until she left the room before leaning down, nose-to-nose with me. "Listen to me, you little shit. If you ever scare me like that again, I will murder you." She grabbed my face gently, running her thumbs over my cheeks. "Capisce?"

"Mom!" Frankie snapped. "Language."

"What language? You heard nothing." She straightened, then sat on the sofa beside me.

Angel leaned down and kissed my cheek. "You look good."

"That's because I showered and have painkillers coursing through me. I'd be even better if I could have finished my nap."

"Next time, I'll think about making an appointment," Mom said, then chuckled. "Oh, no, wait. I'm your mother. I pushed you out of my vagina, fed you from my breasts, watched your father get murdered in front of me, and was left to raise five children alone. So, maybe I'll do as I damn well please."

Well, shit. She played 'the card.' Actually, she played all 'the cards.'

I took a deep breath. I had also been there when my father had been murdered, although she didn't know that, and I wasn't about to tell her. It had gutted me. All of us. But she'd crumpled. At least, for a time. However, five kids and a life that needed to be continued, pushed you to move on. And she'd done exactly that.

"Jesus, you act more like a mafia boss than a mother," Frankie grumbled.

My mother raised an eyebrow. "How do you know I'm not?"

Before any of us could retort, Maisie returned with a pot of tea and cookies. Mom rushed to help her.

"Thank you, Camilla," Maisie said.

"No, thank you," Mom countered. "This is so kind, Maisie."

Mom had been a 'hard sell' when I'd decided to join the Dogs of Fire, but she'd come around and come around fast when she'd met Hatch and Maisie. Partly because it was quite possible if Hatch didn't take me to heel, I'd probably be in jail, but also because she probably had a little crush on him.

She might even have a little crush on Maisie.

"It's my pleasure." Maisie smiled. "I'll leave you to visit. If you need anything, just give me a yell."

"Thanks, Maisie," I said, and she squeezed my good arm before walking out of the room.

My mother faced me and cocked her head. "I need this to stop."

"What?" I asked.

She waved her hand from the top of my head back down to my toes. "This."

I sighed. "This was random and there was no way to stop it."

"Being part of—"

I raised my hand. "Don't."

Mom let out a huff as she pressed her lips together in silent judgment.

"It's dangerous. It nearly got you killed."

"You and Dad went to buy Christmas presents, and he was stabbed for it, so don't sit there and tell me about what's fuckin' dangerous."

"Enough!" Hatch growled as he walked into the room. "You will not disrespect your mother in my house."

I nodded, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.

Hatch turned to my mom. "Camilla, you mind giving me a moment of your time, sweetheart?"

Mom set her teacup aside and nodded. "Of course."

He gave me one more look of warning as she rose to her feet and followed him out of the room.

"Jesus, he's sexy as hell even when he's growling at you," Angelica breathed out.

"More, if that's possible," Frankie whispered.

"Don't be gross," I hissed.

"Just speaking the truth," Angelica sassed.

"What the hell is going on, Angel?" I snapped.

She raised an eyebrow, then focused on her teacup. "Whatever do you mean, little brother?"

"Mom wasn't scheduled to 'visit' until Saturday. Why is she here today?" I cocked my head. "Why are you here today?"

"Mom's got it in her head—"

"Frankie!" Angelica snapped. "Shut it."

I frowned. "Mom's got it in her head… what?"

Frankie shrugged.

"Spill," I growled.

"Mom wants you out."

"Jesus, Frankie." Angelica leaned over and flicked her forehead. "Shut your goddamned mouth."

"Mom wants me out of what?" I pressed, even though I knew the answer.

"Don't be obtuse," Angelica said at the same time Frankie said, "The club."

"Fucking hell," I bit out, trying to push to my feet.

"What the hell are you doing?" Angelica demanded, setting her cup aside, and standing in front of me.

"I need to stop Mom from spouting whatever bullshit she's spouting to Hatch."

"Sit down, Gio," Angelica ordered. "You'll do more damage trying to move without help."

"Razor," I corrected.

"I changed your diaper, little brother, you'll always be 'Giovanni Pastrami crying for his mommy' to me."

I raised an eyebrow. "The fact I was crying for our mother while in your care is very telling."

"Oooh, burn," Frankie retorted.

"I'm so glad my childhood trauma is amusing to you," I bit out. "Now, can you all get the fuck out so I can suffer in my current trauma without you adding to it?"

Before my sisters could comment further, my mother walked back into the room.

Correction.

She stormed back into the room, snatching up her purse and glaring at me as she did so. "Girls, we're leaving."