“How long are you guys going to stay?” Kylie asked.
“I’m tired to the bone.” Belle stood up and placed her hand on Banger’s shoulder. “You ready to go?”
“Yeah.” His gaze stayed fixed on Kylie and Jerry. “You comin’ home tonight?”
Feeling funny, she nodded. “I’m not ready to leave yet. I’ll probably be late.”
“You watch her, you hear?”
“Always.” Jerry met Banger’s piercing stare.
Sighing, he grabbed the baby carrier in one hand and Belle’s hand in the other. As they left the room, he looked over his shoulder. “I still gotta decide ‘bout the patch. You disobeyed the brotherhood, and even though you explained why, your loyalty belongs to the club. I’ll let you know.”
“Do what you have to do.”
When Banger closed the door behind him, Kylie whirled around. “They can’t take away your patch! That’s a crock of shit. I’m going to tell my dad not to do it.”
“You’re not gonna say anything, babe. This is club business, and I disobeyed the condition of keeping my patch.”
“I’ll feel awful if this goes badly for you.”
Jerry shook his head. “This has nothing to do with you. Don’t own this. I knew the consequences, and I didn’t care. I only want to be with you. If I had to do it all over, I wouldn’t change a thing.” He pressed her against him, and placed his hand under her chin, tilting her head back. “You’re so fucking beautiful, and you’re mine. Don’t ever forget that.”
She grasped his biceps, digging her nails deeply into his flesh. “And you’re mine.”
“Forever, babe,” he rasped, then devoured her mouth. Kylie melded into him, loving how their bodies fit so well together.
She clasped her arms firmly around his neck, welcoming his hot tongue as it plunged into her mouth, and her body tingled with desire and elation. She finally had all of him, and she was exactly where she wanted to be.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
One month later
“If I evencatch youlookingat another woman, I’ll beat your ass. You treat my daughter with the utmost respect or I’ll fuck you over good.” Banger had his finger in Jerry’s face.
Jerry wondered if he’d gone completely insane asking Kylie to be his old lady. With a father like Banger, he should’ve just headed for the hills. But his sweetie was too precious and lovable, and he was willing to put up with Banger’s scrutiny for the rest of his life if it meant having Kylie next to him forever.
Jerry still couldn’t believe Banger hadn’t kicked his ass yet. He’d been positive that after all the shit with Mark had died down that the president would’ve made Jerry’s suffering his next priority. At first, Banger had given him the evil eye whenever Kylie wasn’t around, but Banger had grown less hostile toward him over time, and Jerry figured he was growing on the president. In about thirty years, Banger may actuallylikehim.
“I’d never disrespect Kylie. You know that, Banger.”
“You’re fuckin’ right you won’t, ‘cause if you do, you’ll havemeto reckon with.”
Belle’s voice filtered through the screen door. “Let them get on their way, honey.”
Banger gave Jerry the evil eye for the umpteenth time, then smiled at Kylie and retreated into the house.
Jerry scrubbed his face with a hand. “Fuck. You’re dad’s gonna ride my ass for the rest of my life. Does he ever get over things?”
Kylie flashed him a sly grin. “Nope.”
“That’s good to know,” he muttered with a wry smile of his own. “I won’t expect things to change.”
She laughed. “He’ll soften up when he gets more used to us being together. He didn’t think you were going to ask me to wear your cut so soon.” She pressed into him and whispered in his ear. “I’m so happy that you did. I’ll wear it with pride.”
“I love seeing you wear my patch. The shit Banger’s putting me through is worth it, if I can have you.” He brushed his lips against hers.
She smiled and drew back slightly. “You’re coming to Margo’s barbecue.” As was her habit, she wasn’t asking him—she was telling. He chuckled. She was just like her old man.
