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For now, nothing else was worth my time.
TWO WEEKS PASSED. IN that time I had zero contact with my mother or Hayley, and it was driving me crazy. Both R.J. and Pete insisted that a phone could be traced and therefore wasn’t safe to use. Whenever I tried to argue about it, I got ganged up on by two strong-willed and testosterone-fueled males that refused to see reason.
I finally begged for one of them to leave and find out news, one way or another.
R.J. left for the day after Beckett picked him up in an unmarked police car. Pete and I kept Leah entertained until it was time for her
afternoon nap. Until then I’d kept my nerves under control, but now I was starting to worry again.
I watched my little sister as she slept, wondering what kind of life she would have if Charles was in trouble and something happened to our mother.
Peter’s hand rested on mine as our eyes met. He must have known my thoughts or guessed them. “She’ll be fine Rae.”
I wasn’t sure if he was talking about Leah or my mom. “Maybe,” I sighed. “I’ll be here for Leah if she needs me.”
“Exactly,” Peter agreed and stood, holding out his hand. “Come with me a moment. I want to show you something.”
I placed my hand in his as we quietly closed the bedroom door leaving Leah to her nap.
Pete led me to the living room and dropped one knee, catching me entirely off guard. “I’ve always known since that day in the clubhouse that I was going to spend the rest of my life with you Rae. When you asked me if I could love you like your dad, with my whole heart, I knew at that moment that I already did,” he swallowed hard, his right hand holding my left hand as he reached inside his pocket. “We might have been kids Rae but when two souls are meant to be together age doesn’t matter.” The box opened and an exquisite diamond ring sparkled in a bed of cream satin.
I gasped, “Peter? Where did you get that?”
He winked, “It’s a secret.” His lips pressed to the top of my hand before he continued. “I love you with all my heart. None of this mess around us matters. You and me baby, that’s it. Now and tomorrow, and every moment of the rest of our lives,” he exhaled, a shaky breath trembling his smiling lips, sliding the ring onto the tip of my finger. “Rae, my sunshine and my heart, will you marry me?”
My heart was racing in my chest. I wanted this more than anything in the world, “Yes Peter, yes I’ll marry you!”
I was in his arms before I knew Pete had lifted me, kissing like our lives depended on the connection, gripping and clutching each other close. I felt the bedroom door against my back as his eyes rose to mine and I nodded, barely able to suck in a breath before his lips crashed down again and then it was open. We stumbled across the floor to the bed and fell down onto it, Pete’s body warm, muscled, and hard against my own.
His kisses occupied my brain as his hands roamed. Insistent. Arousing. Burning. Years from now I would remember every brush of his lips across my own, every trail of his fingers across my heated skin, and every thrust of his body into mine. I’d remember the look in his eyes and the moment I knew I was home, loved and cherished, my soul joining his in a beautiful and intricate dance of passion, release, and surrender.
I knew the moment, that perfect hour we spent in each other’s arms, as the most intense and amazing of my life. We shared out hearts, our bodies, and a level of love and trust that transcended everything I thought I knew about life. When Peter’s eyes met mine, his chest pressed close, and his voice hoarse and thick with emotion, I knew I could never love him more than I did at that precise minute in time.
“Forever,” he whispered, his forehead lowering as it met mine, “always my Rae.”
“Forever Pete.”
We lay entangled in arms and legs, wrapped up in each other for hours and never moved.
“I love you,” he whispered once, and squeezed tight, “my heart is yours.”
I nuzzled into his embrace and fell asleep to the consistent and strong beat of his heart, thankful for this moment even if we never had a chance for another.
Chapter 28
Another two weeks past. Leah was doing well, but I could tell she didn’t understand why we weren’t going home. R.J. and Pete took turns leaving our safe haven for groceries and supplies, but I was getting antsy. My mother was adapting well, but the Outlaws watched her every move and waited for my return. I knew I couldn’t place her in danger and remained with Leah in hiding.
Peter was becoming anxious and decided to drive to a secret location Mack had disclosed with extra guns and ammo. He was afraid of an ambush if we were found. Extra protection was necessary to defend ourselves even if I didn’t like the idea of guns. The tension was mounting and I knew the guys were keeping everything as normal as possible for us, but I was growing bored and short on temper.
The following day I found R.J. and Peter arguing.
“Charles was a part of this from the beginning. He married Rae’s mother as a means of revenge against Ron and the RRMC.”
“Fuck!” Pete yelled, raking his hand through his hair, “Then we were right. He was there to frighten and intimidate both Rae and Sarah.”
“If that’s true then why didn’t he just take her to Striker? Why all the games and deception?”
“Part of the plan. I’d bet anything he was supposed to grab Rae that night, but you were there when he snuck into her room and his plan had to change.”
