“Fuck, get on with it,” groans Riggs.
“All those who want Chains to lose his Kings Reapers patch, say I.”
“I,” snaps Riggs.
The rest of the guys stay quiet and hope builds in my chest. “Anyone else?” asks Cree. The room remains silent. Cree shrugs and Riggs scowls, picking up the gavel and tossing it towards Blade.
“Well, you wanna close the damn meeting seeing as you called it?” he snaps.
“We’re done here,” mutters Cree to the rest of the men. “Get outta here.” They begin to file out of the room. “Not you, Chains.” As the men pass, they shake my hand and pat me on the shoulder. It means the world that they voted for me to stay.
Once the room is clear, I sit at the opposite end of the table facing Riggs. “We gotta sort this,” says Cree.
“Riggs,” I begin.
“Don’t sit there and tell me how you’re sorry. I might actually rip your throat open,” snaps Riggs.
“In all the years I’ve known you, I’ve never let you down. I’ve never given you a reason not to trust me until now. Leia was never gonna stay single forever. You know I’ll lay my life on the line to protect her. I love her. So, no, I won’t sit here and apologise for something I couldn’t stop. When you met Anna and Cree was telling you to forget about her, I was behind you all the way. Cos I knew that look you had in your eye, that determination you had to make her yours, and that's exactly how I feel about Leia. I’m sorry that you think I’m not good enough for her, but you’re wrong.” I stand to leave.
“I don’t think that,” mutters Riggs and I stop. “Don’t fuckin’ hurt her, Chains. I swear, if she cries one more tear over your ass, I’ll slaughter you no matter what the fuckin’ club votes.” I nod once and leave the room feeling secretly victorious.
I take the stairs two at a time. Leia is lying on her bed with her back to me. I carefully lower onto the bed behind her, pressing my nose into her hair and inhaling the scent of her strawberry shampoo. I’ve missed her smell. I lift her shirt over her head. “They voted me to stay.” I smile, and as I nudge her legs apart, I place light kisses along her collarbone and down to her breast.
“I never doubted them for a second,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“I missed you,” I mumble. “Did Ryan . . . ” I pause, not wanting to say the words.
“No,” she whispers. “He didn’t hurt me at all.”
I pull her panties hard and they snap. I throw them to the floor and unfasten my own pants. Freeing myself, I sink into her, unable to wait any longer. She arches her back from the mattress and grips my shoulders. “I’m sorry I hurt you before,” I mutter into the crook of her neck. “I fucked up so many times, but I’m gonna make up for it.”
I move in and out of her, and she’s gripping me so tight it takes all my strength not to embarrass myself and come straight away. “Stop being gentle. I’m not gonna break,” she whispers.
“I don’t wanna hurt the baby,” I say and she smirks.
“I’ll concentrate on protecting the baby, you concentrate on fuckin’ me.”
Her dirty mouth almost sends me over the edge. I grip her waist and flip her over, slapping her hard on the ass and pulling her onto all fours. I slam hard into her and she muffles a scream into her pillow. “I was being a good boyfriend,” I pant. “Taking it easy.”
“You were being a pussy and trying to make love,” she quips. “That’s not you.”
I smirk. She’s right. It isn’t in me to be gentle, and as I slam into her over and over, I grip her hair in my hands and nip at her shoulder. She begins to shake and her pussy grips my cock tighter. Her orgasm rips through her and I follow, my eyes seeing stars as I release into her. The room is filled with the sound of our heavy breaths. I flop beside her and pull her against my body. It’s slick with sweat, but she snuggles against me anyway. The pain in my chest and ribs returns and I wince. Adrenaline got me through that little bit of exercise, but fuck if I’ll be able to move again for a few hours.
Chapter Twenty
Leia
I gently rock my beautiful niece. She’s so tiny and perfect it makes me excited to hold my own baby. “You know how hot you look right now?” Chains whispers.
“You know Riggs is watching us right now?” I ask, smirking.
“He better get used to it,” mutters Chains.
“It’ll take time, but he’ll get there eventually,” I say.
“I know what will help him,” says Mum, taking a seat on the opposite couch. “Marry her.”
I scoff and I feel my cheeks redden. “Mum,” I hiss. “You’re so embarrassing.”
“No, she’s right,” says Chains. “She’s right.” He jumps up from the couch, making Diesel growl. “Riggs, can I talk to you?”
“In all the years I’ve known your sorry ass, we’ve never spoken this much,” grumbles Riggs, leading him to the office.
Chains
It was a good idea minutes ago when Frankie suggested it. I’m still on cloud nine that not only am I still a part of this club, but I got my girl back and even though we talked for hours about everything I’d said and done to hurt her, bringing up some bad memories, I feel like we cleared the air.
As I followed Riggs into his office, I played the words over in my head and they seemed perfect, but now I feel sick with nerves. “So?” Riggs sighs impatiently.
“I want to marry her,” I blurt out. Riggs’ eyes widen. “I love her and I’m asking your permission.”
“My permission?” sneers Riggs. “Pity you didn’t ask for that months ago before getting her pregnant.”
“This will prove to you how serious I am.”
“I got a way you can earn the right to marry my sister,” says Riggs. Fuck, I don’t like the glint in his eye.
“Man, this is too much,” I growl.
“You want to marry Leia or not?” Vinn says and smirks.
“If I gotta do this, then so have you,” grins Riggs. I won’t lie—it feels good to have him grin at me like that again.
I look in the full-length mirror and groan. “It’s worse than torture.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet. Just wait until you get out there. Women are brutal. They turn to animals,” says Vinn.
Gia enters and laughs so loud it pierces my ear drums. “Oh god, I can’t wait to see this. They’re almost ready. Get into position.”
We’re ushered towards a large, heavy hanging drape. Gia giggles as she passes us and steps out into the spotlight. “Ladies, do I have a treat for you.”
LEIA
“I look stupid. I’m six months pregnant,” I mutter.
“Don’t be a cry baby,” says Anna. “It’s not every day I get a babysitter and it’s not like we’re drinking.”
“Stop bitching and enjoy the night. Gia got us a booth in the front of the house to keep you safe from the baying crowds,” adds Eva. “Just relax and enjoy the show.”