“Drink lots of this!”
Trying to catch the melty cheese falling from my lips, I swallow and say, “Thank you!”
Finishing a slice of pizza, I drink the entire cup of water and suddenly feel like I’m just going to fall asleep at the table. My eyes burn, and my body feels like I’ve been through a marathon.
Placing my plate and glass in the sink, I head out into the main area where Zane is standing on a pool table.
“Everyone, listen the fuck up!” he hollers.
Saint stands below him, a bashful smirk on his face. He rubs at his chin anxiously as everyone stares at him. He’s so handsome.
“Saint has shown leadership and more than anything, trust. He’s become family, and—”
Shadow walks in from the room they have church in, a rocker in his hand. I gasp, my hand over my mouth.
“You’re officially a Devil, fucker!” Bobby hoots, bringing Saint in for a hug. The entire club erupts in chaos. I clap, this moment huge for him.
His eyes find mine across the room, and I smile in return. Pushing through the crowd, he slowly makes his way to me, swagger in his step, he presses a hand on the wall behind me, leaning into my space.
“My first action as a member… be my ol’ lady?” He licks his lips, his eyes imploring me to take his cut, to be his woman in wrong or right.
I didn’t think the club could get any louder, but it does, whistles and screams from everyone I know as Saint and I stare at each other silently. What he’s asking is huge, he might as well have a fucking engagement ring in his hand with that question.
But I couldn’t imagine wearing my crown of strength without Saint by my side. He’s my ride or die.
“Absolutely,” I say softly, and he palms both sides of my face and kisses me deeply. I kiss him back, my eyes closed as I hear Delilah out of everyone scream. “That’s my bitch!” Not able to contain myself, I laugh, breaking the kiss. Both of my hands on his chest, his spit on my mouth, I rub lips together like it’s my favorite lipstick.
“I’ll take a red leather jacket.” I wink at him, he pulls me closer to him, both of his hands on my ass.
“I’ll see what I can do.” He kisses my forehead, sealing my heart shut with love.
I’m his now. My heart in his hands, he can do whatever he wants with it now. He can break it, love it, or cheat it.
I’m his ol’ lady.
14
Saint
Sitting on the wooden table in the chapel, I take another shot of whiskey, laughing at some stupid shit Big Chief just said. Everyone is having a good time, but Lip. He’s sitting at the table, one arm outstretched and fumbling with an empty shot glass, a pissed off look on his face.
“I need some ass,” Big Chief say,s half drunk.
“Mmm, the ol’ ladies would beat our asses if we brought that in here.” Zane chuckles from the back of the room. Since Rad, we have no info if he’s alive or dead so we have everyone close, including the girlfriends and wives.
“You could bring the pussy out to the garage,” Shadow offers. With everyone asleep nobody would hear anything from out there. “It’s not every day you’re patched in.” He raises a beer in my honor, and all the men hoot and holler. If I weren’t with Piper, I’d be down for pussy. Shadow would make sure I had whatever I wanted and more. Only pussy I want is Piper’s, she’s been back in my life for just over twenty-four hours and I still haven’t welcomed her home fully.
“You want pussy, I’ll give you my chick… all of the bitches!” Big Chief sways into me, slurring his words.
“Nah, I don’t need any bitches. One is enough for me!” I nod, so faded, holding my eyes open is a chore.
“You at least need a stripper! Do it for me, brother,” Big Chief implores, making Bobby laugh.
“I’m calling some in, fuck him,” Bobby says, tugging his phone out.
“Looking, no touching. I swear to God if I have an ol’ lady in here throwing bottles at your fucking head tomorrow, you’re restocking the whole bar!” Shadow points at Bobby, his tone serious.
My eyes fall to Lip, he’s just sitting there in his own fucking bubble, completely lost to everything happening.
Pushing myself off the table, I head over to him, weaving through everyone congratulating me, and patting me on the back.
I sit down next to Lip, he eyes me like I’m an enemy.
“You alright?”
He sighs, sitting up in his chair.
“You just asked my only kid to be your ol’ lady, you didn’t even ask for my permission.” He pins me with a cold stare and I hold my breath.
Oh. Fuck.
I shake my head.
“Aw shit, man, I didn’t even think about it. I just wanna do right by Piper, ya know?” My face twists up in confession, the effects of alcohol and coke making half my fucking cheek numb.
“Is that the only reason you did it?” he spits, his brows lifting. He half laughs, running his hands through his dirty blonde hair.
“I swear to God—”
“I did it because I love her,” I cut him off, and he rolls his lips onto one another.
“You mean it?”
I think about the time Piper was gone, and how I felt so alone. I lost my shit, scared I’d never see her again, or hear that cute laugh.
“Yeah, I do.” I look at him, my tone serious, my words slurred.
He pats my shoulder. “You screw this up, I’ll bury you with that fucking rocker. Understand me?”
“Yes sir.”
He stands, and I do the same. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me in for a hug.
“Oh, and don’t take this personally, but this for disrespecting me as Piper’s dad. You ask me for permission for everything.”
Before I register what the fuck he’s saying, he slams his fist into my eye socket, throwing me over a chair, and into Bobby’s feet.
“Goddamn!” Bobby laughs, picking up the chair I knocked over in my fall.
“Shit, man,” I hiss, holding my cheek. It stings like a motherfucker. It’s definitely split. Yep, I’m going to feel that shit in the morning.
“Everything alright?” Shadow questions from the end of the table.
Lip looks to me, letting me inform the room if I’m good with everything that just took place.
“Yeah, we’re good,” I say, standing my drunk ass up.
“Good, because the strippers just showed up!” Big Chief howls, looking out the window.
“Welcome to the pack, buddy,” Zane mutters from behind me before laughing at my expense.
Piper
Waking up in a cold sweat, the same nightmare as before fresh in my mind, I glance over finding Saint fast asleep. His cheek is darker than usual a couple of butterfly stitches pulling the skin closed. What the hell happened?
Throwing the blankets off my legs, I shuffle to the side of the bed. I need a drink, some air.
Pushing my sweaty hair from my face, I grab the black robe off the back of the door and wrap it around me, its silk concealing my maternity bra and panties. Opening the door as quietly as I can, I leave it open a crack, not chancing waking Saint up. He went to bed late, him and the guys up all night drinking and partying due to him being patched in.