Angels and Ashes (Heaven's Rejects MC Book 2) by Avelyn Paige Page B

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    “Well, kiddo, you have two options, really. You can sleep in the same room as your brother, or you can pop a squat on the floor in my room with a four-month-old and a pregnant woman who will have to pee every twenty to thirty minutes.”
    Harley’s eyes widen at the proposal before her brows furrow back into a teenage, angst-ridden scowl. I have no idea how kids know how to master the death stare at such a young age, but Harley has it down pat. I’m betting it comes from her mother.
    “You can stop that little bitch glare anytime now, Harley. That shit doesn’t work on me. And before you try to pull a disappearing act, I want you to know that I’ve been warned about your tendency to wander off. So if you think that I am going to leave you to your own devices for even a second, you have another thing coming, sister.”
    Harley’s anger reaches the boiling point and I can almost see the steam rolling out of her ears. Well, that or one of those Looney Tune characters I used to watch growing up. Just picturing Harley’s face as an infuriated Wiley Coyote’s brings a smirk to my face. Her glare intensifies, and I know that little smirk just tipped her over the edge. This should be fun.
    “If my dad knew how you were treating me—” she begins.
    Holding up my hand, I silence her rampage. “Your dad may call the shots at the clubhouse but this is my house, and I do not give a flying fart in space what he has to say about my rules. If you are going to be under my roof and in the sanctuary of my home, it’s my way or the highway. Do you understand me?”
    Harley’s defiance lingers in the air, and she mumbles to herself.
    “You might want to speak a little louder, Harley. It’s not polite to mumble.”
    “I’ll stay with Ky,” she says with chagrin reverberating in her voice.
    “Good. Now that it’s settled, Colt will show you both to your room. Dinner will be at five, and you’re to be in bed by nine,” I command as both of Raze’s kids sigh.
    “Dad lets us stay up until eleven,” says Ky in nearly a whisper, “but, I understand Mrs. Kyle.”
    It shocks me how different both of Raze’s kids are not only from each other, but from their parents. While Harley has seemed to inherit her mother’s need to constantly stir the shit pot and cause as much havoc as she can, Ky is quiet and fiercely loyal to whoever is in charge of him. Their looks are also startlingly different with Harley looking so much like her mother’s side of the family with her tanned skin, dark hair and eyes, but Ky is fairer skinned with bright-green eyes and dirty-blonde hair. While you can’t tell now with his shaved head, a dark mop of hair used to reside on Raze’s head where only skin now remains. If I remember correctly, Brent once told me that Raze’s family was Italian so Ky’s light coloring from a Hispanic mother and Italian father didn’t make sense to me, but sometimes rare familial traits only pop up from time to time in kids.
    Colt interrupts my internal inspection of Raze’s kids and leads both of them down the hallway with their luggage scraping across the floor of the living room. As much as it will cost to buff those scuffs out of the hardwood, the sweet silence that lingers is worth the hassle and money. But, that silence only lasts a moment before a slow clap softly begins from the couch in the center of the room.
    “Damn, girl. I didn’t know you had that in you,” Dani remarks. “I’ve never seen Harley back down like that, even to Raze. I think you could show him a thing or two about how to parent his kids. Hell, I want you to teach me how to keep these twins in line.”
    “I hate that I had to lay down the law already with them, but Dirty warned me about Harley. I can’t let her get the impression that I am a pushover.”
    Dani laughs as her hands rub her large belly.
    “Darcy, I think the twins straightened up inside of me at your so-called laying down the law. They were kicking and moving