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“I gotta go talk this shit through with Op. You gonna come to the club after you pick up Jay?” I pulled my hood up over my head and moved back. Rose pushed onto her knees, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I wrapped my arm around her.
She nodded. “Yeah, I told Chelsea we’d have dinner there tonight.”
“Good.” Leaning down, I pecked her on the lips. “See you in a couple hours. Love you.”
The smile that came back to me almost made me weak in the knees. Rose was fucking stunning. She never wore makeup and her hair was an unruly mess, but she had an easy beauty that flowed through her, showing a true reflection of the soul inside her.
“I love you, too.”
I rushed out, grabbing my keys off the table by the front door and climbing on my bike. The club was less than a three-minute drive from the house I’d bought for us to live in, it was basically perfect. I had Rose, I had Jayla, and we had somewhere where we could watch her grow up. That wasn’t going to change.
Jayla was going to be with us forever.
I knew it.
I could feel it in my blood.
The way she’d attached herself to not just me, but to Rose had at first been confusing. No one was quite sure why she felt more comfortable around me than even the women in the club or the girls from X-Rated who used to care for her.
But it made sense now. This was where she felt safe. We were her net when she was falling, and we caught her holding her tight.
She’d been through some shit and I wasn’t sure if we’d ever know just what that was. I would be happy if she grew up and those memories she harbored deep inside her disappeared with her youth. I hoped that was what would happen. We were going to give her the best life possible, the best chance at that coming to light. I wasn’t about to let these mother-fuckers think that they could come in here and take her away.
There was some hidden agenda.
Something we weren’t seeing.
But I was going to fucking find it and if I couldn’t…
There were other ways to make people disappear.
I pulled up to the clubhouse and parked my bike in the perfectly constructed row of sparkling chrome.
“Hey man.” Pulling my helmet off my head, I looked over and spotted Skins walking out of the garage that was connected to the club. He wiped his hands on a dirty rag as he strolled over. I liked Skins, he was a good kid. I knew Op was thinking about letting him join the club as a prospect, but so far, he hadn’t convinced all the men that he was ready.
He used to be a part of the same club that my Mom was in. A club they created to disguise the fact that they were really FBI agents working to bring down the scum of the earth. Unfortunately, it had to be abandoned when their cover became compromised, and Skins decided instead of going back to the Bureau, that he wanted to join a real club.
There was apprehension within the club, understandably. But so far, he’d stuck it out here, even without a promise of a patch. I had to give him props for that.
“What’s up?” I asked, taking his hand as he held it out to me and slapping him on the back.
“Just tinkering with an old bike Ham and I found at the scrap yard.” He shrugged. “Keeping busy.”
“Bored out of your mind, huh?” I smirked.
He chuckled. “It’s been a change of pace the last few months but it’s all good.” He put on a smile but I could tell that he was itching to do something more. He wasn’t allowed to be involved in runs or security yet, which was a shame because the kid really did know how to handle himself and he did well in high-pressure situations.
Suddenly an idea occurred to me and my eyes brightened. “I may need your help with something.”
His face lit up. “Bro, give me anything.”
I laughed. “Come on, we need to speak to Optimus.”
“You wanna do what?” Op frowned at me across his desk.
I snorted. “You heard me, asshole.”
His eyes moved to Skins who had sat silently throughout the explanation with no resistance or objection to what I had in mind.
