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things. Most of the time anyway. There is that part of me, though, that’s hot headed. Chase used to say that I was just too passionate.
    Was it passionate when I traded blows with Aiden in that club in Nashville? Or every time I went after Hunter to defend my sister? My family, blood or not, is my weakness. Now though, Camaron and Chase are taken care of. So I can breathe a little easier, right?
    Okay, okay… I worry like a fucking mother-hen, but I’m working on it.
    I’ve flown to Nashville a lot the last few months, but not just to check on my sister and Cam. I’ve fallen hopelessly in love with Jasmine, Hunter’s four year old daughter. The sweet little girl has everyone wrapped around her finger; why would I be any different? On top of Chase now planning a wedding, while touring with Shaft, they’ve also begun the paperwork to make Chase Jazzie’s legal mother, making me Uncle Luke, officially. As much as I love them all, that still doesn’t fill the space in my heart.
    My first attempt at a relationship, since Crystal, was doomed from the start. I knew Camaron’s heart belonged to Aiden, but I still tried to force something that wasn’t there. Not saying we couldn’t have worked. We could have been content, satisfied I guess, but knowing that I would always be compared to him was a deal breaker. Those blues eyes told you everything you needed to know. She was his, undeniably.
    Once I knew there was no spark between us, I had no choice but to get involved with getting them back together. So that she would go after him with everything she had and fight. There’s a difference between the heat of the moment and the fire that is never quenched. When I do fall in love, I don’t want that fire to go out. Ever.
    “Luke,” Mom scolds walking down the driveway, pulling me from my thoughts. “With how well you do for yourself, I know you can afford a nicer car.” She scowls in disgust, appraising the car that I built from the ground up, piece by piece.
    “My car is exactly what I want, Mom,” I reply, yanking open the driver side door. “No Mercedes, or pussy ass foreign car, can hold its own against this bad ass piece of machinery. I won’t put that shit in my garage,” I say proudly, knowing that the only foreign thing in my garage is Chase’s bike and I am tempted to push it out into the driveway sometimes.
    “It just looks more professional, that’s all.” She defends, climbing into the seat carefully, as if the car would bite her or something. “A nice car and a suit would go a long way for your business. It’s all about visuals when you’re a business man, Lucas.”
    Backing out of the driveway, I can’t help laughing at my erratic mother. “I lay ink for a living Mom, I’m not exactly the suit wearin’, Benz drivin’ type. If I walked into a shop and saw that kind of asshole in charge of things, I’d run like my ass was on fire. Let me run Pricks, I think I’ve got it covered. Thanks though.”
    We drive along for a while and I assume that the conversation is over. Wrong. Mom sighs heavily. “I worry is all. Can’t I worry about my children?” Her words have me gripping the steering wheel so hard my fingers go numb. After Mitch’s stunt last night and not sleeping for shit on that tiny ass couch; my patience was thin today to start with and now my mother has just shattered it to hell. Everything that’s been stewing in my mind spews into a rage filled tirade. Blood roars through my veins as I take everything out on her, even though I know she doesn’t deserve all of it.
    “Okay, you know what?” I grind out losing my temper. “Yes, you’re my mother. I get that you gave birth to me, congratulations. You did not, however, raise Chase and me. Once Dad left,” She winces at the mention of my father, but I continue. “You were always worried about the guy warmin’ your bed. When no one was there, you were a fuckin’ mess. That was me pickin’ up the slack. I’m here to help