The Thunder Wolves MC - Lyssa (Book #13)

13

Goose

Talking about motorcycles is one thing that comes with being in a motorcycle club. It’s honestly one of the biggest parts of being in the MC, and when you get enough of us guys together, the conversation always ends up being about motorcycles. And every so often, one of the old ladies will join in on those conversations. Sometimes it’s surprising when they do, and other times it’s to be expected. So, for my mom to be involved in the conversation with some of the guys that came into town for our MC’s family and friends event, I wasn’t at all surprised. I, however, wish she would let us move the conversation over to the tables so she could sit down. She was kind of unsteady on her feet when she walked over, so when she reached out and grabbed a hold of my arm, I tried to talk her into letting us sit down. But she refused, claiming she was perfectly fine, and the longer we stood there, the more worried I started to get. The hold she had on my arm was no longer a way to steady herself, but had slowly transitioned to her gripping my arm to help keep her upright. Thankfully, the conversation seemed to be ending, and I was finally able to steer her over to a chair to sit down.

“Are you sure you are alright?”

Waving me off, she nodded.

“I am fine.”

“You don’t seem fine. You were nearly falling over standing there talking.”

Waving me off again, she shook her head.

“I’m just a little tired. I am fine.”

I wanted to push some more, but some of the other old ladies came over, sat down, and my mom turned to talk to them. This conversation wasn’t over, and I made a mental note to follow up with her and my dad. Something was obviously wrong. I have never seen my mom struggle to stand and talk for hours without any issues. But she was clearly having trouble standing there for the fifteen or twenty minutes as one of the guys told us about a new bike he was thinking about getting. For now, I was clearly being dismissed, and she didn’t want to talk about it. As I do a once-over of the room, I notice Lyssa with Emilia across the room. I thought she was going to have to work today. I thought about inviting her to come with me the other night when I was over at her place. But before I could, I thought better of it. For one, I wasn’t sure if I had the right to. We weren’t officially together. And two, I didn’t think she would say yes since we weren’t a couple.

With that said, I can’t say I like what I am seeing as I watch her openly flirt with another MC member. She was mine. Or was she? I know I insisted in the beginning that I don’t do relationships. But I thought I had made it clear over the last month that she was the only one I wanted to be with. I know I never insisted on changing our status and making it clear that we were exclusive. So she was free to flirt with whoever she wanted, yet she wasn’t. Everything in me wanted to walk over there and punch the guy in the face and tell him to f**k off. I wanted to stake my claim to her so all the other guys knew she was mine. But at the same time I had no f*****g right to do so, because she wasn’t mine. She was a single woman with a man who came to her house and f***s her brains out a few times a week before leaving again.

Standing there watching her flirt with him was only pissing me off more the longer it went on. Finally, she moved away from him. I watched her as she made her way around to the back of the room and ducked into one of the bathrooms. As I watched her move, I started moving too. When she ducked into the bathroom, I followed closely, slipping in behind her before she could pull the door all the way closed and lock it. We didn’t have bathrooms with stalls in the clubhouse. We had several rooms with toilets and sinks on the main floor. I think there were something like three or four of them. They were just enough to support events like this, ensuring there were no lines for the bathrooms. It also meant the rooms were laid out so you could easily see that the two of us were alone in the bathroom as I pulled the door closed behind me and locked it, just as she had been planning to do. Instead, she took a step back away from me, surprise on her face.

“What are you doing?”

“I could ask you the same question, out there flirting with another guy.”

Scoffing, she narrowed her eyes at me.

“Says the guy with a woman hanging off his arm.”

Tilting my head slightly, I couldn’t help but notice the hint of jealousy in her tone. And for a moment, I couldn’t help but be confused because the woman who was on my arm was my mother. But watching her as she continued to glare at me, I tried to picture how my mom holding onto my arm must have looked to her, and I could see it. My mom wasn’t unattractive. And I am sure from the angle she would have seen that situation as me with another woman. This knowledge made me smile, which only made her glare at me even more.

“You’re jealous.”

Taking a step in her direction, as I said, she took a step back, shaking her head.

“No, I’m not.”

Taking another step, I nodded.

“Yes, you are. Is that why you were flirting with Bug? You wanted me to see and feel the same?”

Taking a step back, her back hit the wall behind her, leaving her no more room, as I took one final step, bringing me close enough to place my hands on either side of her, barricading her in front of me.

She didn’t answer me, only stared up at me, continuing to glare at me. The look only made me smile some more.