Free Fallen Angel by K. S. Thomas Page B

being Moe’s son, solidified that fact the day I was created.
    “Why are we ‘fuck’-ing?” Bam Bam’s standing in the doorway. That question didn’t sound right. I have to listen to it twice in my head before I get she’s not referring to ‘us fucking’ and rather asking about my need to use the word fuck.
    “Moe’s still hanging around,” Blaise answers, clearly less confused about things than I am. I don’t know why this is screwing up my head so bad. Must be lack of sleep. Because it shouldn’t matter what references Bam Bam makes, everyone in their right mind knows they’d never be about her and I...fucking. That’d be crazy. And wrong. And it would contradict her speech about me being nothing like Moe. Because Bam Bam’s a fucking baby. She’s the baby.
    “Where?” She looks pissed and I feel my face distort into a smile involuntarily.
    “Why? You gonna go do something about it?” Even Blaise is amused by her. But then he’s used to this sort of thing with Ava. He’s had to hold her back from a fight on more than one occasion. Not that the girl’s violent. Just has a fierce streak when it comes to the people she loves. Apparently, that’s a family trait. Although, it is sort of surprising to see Bam Bam feels so strongly about the piece of shit on my behalf. And then I remember what she told me last night. Just as I was being hauled off.
    “Why don’t you tell me where the asshole is and see for yourself?” She sets down her coffee cup and crosses her arms, tapping her foot like she’s waiting on one of us to give up the info.
    “Relax, Bam Bam. We’ll deal with him later. For the moment, I’m just glad you’re all here. I can use a solid distraction right around now.”
    Ava and Hudson walk in, making our fucked up little family complete.
    “Where else would we be?” Ava slides down into the love seat beside Blaise while Hudson goes to sit on the arm rest of the recliner. Bam Bam’s still standing in the middle of the room, looking slightly abandoned. And I do the first stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I reach out for her hand and gently pull her over to me until she glides down into my lap where she wraps her arms around me, holding my head to her chest and bringing back the same sense of safety I felt with her all night.

Chapter 7
    I t’s been a week now since the arrest and I haven’t been able to see Angel at all since Moe insists on hanging around, causing the group to make a unanimous decision without me that it would be best if I adhere to the distance set forth in the restraining order Ava filed against him on my behalf. I’ve explained to everyone that this is not how a restraining order is supposed to work, but no one seems to care how the distance between Moe and I comes to be as long as it does in fact exist.
    So, I’ve been back to spending my time holed up at Ava’s house. Which is fine, I guess. I mean, I had no business being at Angel’s every day in the first place. And we were more or less finished with his house anyway, so there’s really no reason to go over there again. Or, at least, it’s what I keep telling myself. I don’t believe it yet, but then I’ve always been somewhat delusional where Angel is concerned.
    “Addy?”
    “In here,” I call back from the bathroom where I’m still examining my own reflection trying to determine if I’m ready to face the outside world or not. I’m not generally a big primper, but your outlook on certain things changes when you’re confronted with the paparazzi every time you walk out of the front door. Not that they’re there to take pictures of me, but inevitably it does seem to happen and I’d just as soon not look like a homeless person when said pics wind up on Just Jared or TMZ .
    “You going somewhere?” Ava lifts her brow curiously.
    I shrug, in a non-committal way. “Was thinking about heading out to pick up some lunch or something.” And if I have extra maybe I’ll bring it to Angel. In case