Lucky Strike (Super Harem #1) - Catherine Banks Page 0,60

called.

He held out his hand. “Please, call me Austin.”

She gripped his hand and started to reach over with her other hand, but I snatched her wrist back.

She turned to glare at me. “What?”

“Mother, you will not harm him or take samples,” I hissed.

She pouted. “But this is the closest I have been able to come to an alien before. Just one tiny sample?”

Austin laughed and looked down at me. “I see why you and Tyson get along now.”

Tyson scowled. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“That you’re insane just like her mother,” Dad said. “Obviously.”

“And you’re just like Hurricane,” Tyson said with a shrug.

My mouth dropped open, my eyes widened, and I let go of my mother’s wrist.

Hurricane looked from my dad to me and back again.

Monsters on a stick, Tyson had a point.

Dad and Hurricane were a lot alike.

Oh, no.

“Come on, let’s go take care of your visit so I can get back to my friends,” I grumbled and marched into the mansion.

“You didn’t realize that until just now?” Tyson asked me when he caught up and opened the elevator to his labs.

“No,” I said and sighed. “And I wish you hadn’t told me.”

He chuckled. “It’s okay. Hurricane’s a good guy.”

“So, are you dating all of those men in there?” Mom asked.

“No,” I said, but didn’t add more.

“What’s Gargoyle like in bed?” Mom asked. “Does he have any extra appendages or is he physically different than humans?”

I covered my face with my hands and shook my head. Why was she doing this to me? Why?

Tyson set his hand on my lower back and steered me into the elevator.

“He’s built just like a human, Mother,” I whispered.

“Have you tried having sex while he’s stone? Does his penis turn into stone?” she asked.

I dropped my hands to glare at her.

Dad was staring up at the ceiling while Tyson leaned against the elevator’s wall with a smirk on his face.

“No, I haven’t tried and I don’t know. Stop asking me questions about my sex life,” I hissed.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be a prude. I’m not asking about your sex life. I’m asking about the alien.”

“What does his penis matter?” I snapped.

She chuckled. “Your face is so red right now.”

The elevator door opened, and I hurried out of it to sit on the couch on the far wall of the medical room.

Tyson had my dad remove his shirt and I felt my mouth drop when I saw all the scars littering his body. Dad wasn’t an overly cautious man, but he wasn’t reckless either. Where had he gotten all of those scars?

Even more worrisome was the redness around some of the scars. It was abnormally puckered and looked painful.

I pulled out my phone and texted Austin: My mother may ask you inappropriate questions if given the opportunity. You don’t have to answer.

He didn’t respond, but I hadn’t really expected him to since he was upstairs spending time with the others.

I watched Tyson examine my father, having one of his droids record the readings and use his equipment to run even more tests. For half an hour he ran tests on my dad.

Then, Dad buttoned his shirt back up, slid his jacket on, and we all headed to the elevator again.

“I’ll call you after I’ve made my determination,” Tyson said.

Dad nodded. “Understood.”

“Thank you, Transistor,” Mom said. “We both appreciate your help.”

“I’m not positive I can help, but I will do my best,” Tyson said.

“Mom, before you go, and before we go back upstairs, I need to ask you some questions.”

Everyone turned to face me.

Mom folded her hands in front of her. “Very well. Ask.”

“Have you been modifying monsters?”

“You already know I modified some of the hounds your father sent after you,” she said.

I shook my head. “No, I mean large monsters. Like the ones that attacked yesterday.”

She scowled. “No. I don’t mess around with creatures that large. Last time I did that and things didn’t go as planned, it destroyed my laboratory and took me months to rebuild, which was time lost on my experiments.” Her mouth popped open. “Wait! You’re telling me that those monsters were modified?”

“The one I fought was,” I said.

“Show me!” she screeched with a wide smile. “You took a picture, right? We told you to always take pictures. Please tell me you took pictures.”

“My phone is out of commission, but I had my droid take them. Alfred, please display the photos by projecting them on the wall here,” I instructed and pointed at a blank white wall.

Alfred uncloaked and