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His eyes brightened, and he blinked, some of the tears leaving his eyes. I swiped them off his freckles, not wanting them hidden from my view. “Really?” he croaked. “Something like this?”
I nodded. “I’ll sell my trailer and the land it’s on. We can sit down with a contractor and have a floor plan drawn up for your very own cabin. We’ll find a big plot of land in the middle of nowhere. Live sort of like Ricardo does.”
“You’re not giving up the club, are you?”
I hummed noncommittally, and he frowned, his brows furrowing. “Do you want me to?” Because I would. For him. I’d do anything for him.
He shook his head, his fingers coming up to curl around my wrist. “No. You love the club. It gives you what you need—family and structure. Don’t give that up, Tango. Ever. Please.”
I softly kissed him. “I’d do anything in the fucking world for you, do you know that?”
He nodded, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “That’s why I’m asking you to not give it up.”
I nodded. “Okay, baby.” I brushed my nose with his, making him smile a little. “Okay.”
Johnston nursed the beer Ricardo had given him, his eyes on Gabriel, who was resting sideways on my lap, his head on my shoulder. “His father is dead. I took him out myself.” Gabriel turned his head away from the flickering flames in the fireplace to blink up at Johnston. Johnston nodded once at him. “You’re free, kid. I made sure of it. They’re no longer searching for you—not now that the president is no longer calling the shots.”
“But that means the Russians have now officially gained control of that territory,” I noted, which was definitely a bad thing. And dangerous. Extremely fucking dangerous.
Scorpion sighed, nodding his head. “It does. Which means they’ve gained allies.” I gritted my teeth. Just what we fucking needed. More fucking trouble. “But not everyone sided with the Russians. Some of them decided to just cut ties.”
“I am working on getting them to join forces, I guess you would say, with all of us,” Alejandro informed me. “The Russians have not figured out I am involved yet, but it is only a matter of time. I want you all to have as many allies as possible before they do. Because when they figure it out, chaos will ensue.”
I knew that as well. The Russians hated the Mexican cartel. The cartel was powerful and was run by an equally as powerful man.
It would be a fucking bloodbath.
“We need you back home now,” Scorpion told me.
I looked at Gabriel. He twisted his fingers together but nodded once. I sighed and looked back at my president. “Then, we’ll come home.”
Scorpion grunted. “Good. Jessica and Sophia have missed your boy anyway.”
Gabriel smiled a little but otherwise stayed silent. I knew he wasn’t happy about going home, but he’d asked me not to give up the club. So, I wouldn’t. But I’d do my goddamn damnest to bring him his dream.
To bring him everything he could ever want or need.
I just needed a little bit of time to get it all together first.
21
Gabriel
Ricardo tightened his fingers around the steering wheel as we drew closer to the clubhouse. I knew the feeling—sort of. I didn’t want to be here either. I wanted to still be holed up in the cabin on his property, having Tango slowly fuck me to sleep each night, only for us to wake up early the next morning to help Ricardo with chores.
The past almost three weeks had been pure bliss, and I was loath to come back home. I’d been comfortable there. I’d felt safer than I had in… well, ever. Because not only was Tango with me, but we were secluded from the world. It’d been almost as if nothing could touch us.
But I refused to let Tango give up this part of himself for me. I already knew he would flay himself open and bleed for me if I asked him to. Tango had proven time and time again that he would do anything to make me happy.
But losing his place in the club, losing his spot in this family, would kill something in him. It would create a void that would be near impossible to fill. Like me, Tango needed structure and he needed something to belong to, even if forming attachments was hard for him.
Well, hard for him unless it was me. He and I had become hooked on each other so easily, it was like we took a breath in each other’s presence and that was it. We were bound.
“You’re uncomfortable,” Tango noted from the passenger seat, his eyes locked on Ricardo’s white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. I frowned, noticing it, too.
“Because I am,” Ricardo told him honestly. “I hate venturing from the mountains. I need my seclusion. But I wanted to make sure you both made it back here safely, and frankly, I don’t fucking trust your club.”
Tango sighed. “I told you?—”
