Chapter 124: Thanksgiving
*I actually, honest to God, had a mother-in-law who tried to kill me. You don’t scare me. – Evie*
Evie was asleep in the backseat as they drove up to Ink’s parent’s house for Thanksgiving. The two men spoke softly in the front seat of the gray charger. In the six years that they had known each other, Tank had met the von Burrell family only once.
That one time was twice as many times as they wanted to meet each other.
Samantha had called and demanded that Ink be home for Thanksgiving. If he did not come to them, they would come to him. So, Wednesday evening they were driving upstate.
He would rather be strapped to one of Evie’s crosses and whipped than go home. His mother knew that he would not want her around the club. He liked the club. His brothers and their families. The club bunnies.
He really did not like his mother.
They stopped at the gate and Ink rolled the window down.
“I’m sorry, sir, this is private property.” As the guard spoke, Ink handed over his driver’s license.
“My parents are expecting me.”
The guard walked back into the little shack and made a phone call.
“Are we there?” Evie asked stretching.
“One last hurdle, pet.” Came the reply as the huge gate began to slide open. Handing the license back, the guard began giving instructions on how to get to the main house. “I grew up here. I know the way.”
It was a five-minute drive from the gate to the house. Evie thought that their house was big. It was tiny compared to the mansion that they stopped in front of.
A grand staircase, wider than the car was long, led up to double double-doors. Two sets of 12 feet high double doors stood at the top of the elegant stone staircase. A butler and footman came out in the snow to help them.
Ink opened the door and helped Evie out while Tank grabbed the two overnight bags. As they approached the stairs, Tank made a small motion with his head and Ink simply shook his head in disbelief. He took the bags and the larger man scooped up their woman, carefully navigating the icy steps.
“You need to get some salt on these steps before someone is seriously hurt.” Ink said at the top as Tank sat Evie down.
“Yes, Mr. Raymond.” The butler said bowing his head.
“Ink.” He corrected. “You’re not one of the few people who can call me Raymond.”
The butler nodded. “Your parents are expecting you in the drawing room. I’ll take your bags-" He stopped speaking at the cold glare from both men.
“So, you can go through them like the last time I was here. I don’t think so. We’ll hold onto them for now.”
“Yes, Mr. Ra- Mr. Ink.”
“Just Ink.” He said, leading the way across the great foyer to the drawing room. To him, this was the cold house that he grew up in. The stones and plaster were always there, as were the expensive statues and paintings. But they held no warmth, no fond memories.
He opened the large double doors to the drawing room and found his parents, sisters, brother and several people that he did not recognize. A woman close to his age stood up and rushed over to him. She was the main reason that Ink came home.
“Little Rosie.” Ink said wrapping his arms around his sister.
“I swear, you’re running out of space to put tattoos.”
He chuckled. “Then I just start improving them.”
“I see that you brought him with you.” Their mother said.
“Yes, I did. That’s what happens when you’re in a relationship.” He kissed the top of his sister’s head before stepping back and holding his hand out for Evie. “This is my fiancée, Evie.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Rosie.” She said smiling at the woman.
“Oh! How far along are you?” Rosie asked reaching a hand out to the belly. “Do you mind?”
Evie placed the other woman’s hand over where Baby Ink was. “Right at five months. They must be asleep, neither is moving much right now.”
“They?” Ink’s father said standing up and approaching them.
“Yes, sir. Twins.” Evie replied.
“And my son is their father?”
