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I smiled up at him, “Okay.”
And like that, if I wasn’t looking at a vendor's booth, and he wasn’t looking at something, his hand was on the small of my back.
It was the second to last booth that I spent money, well, his money, and walked away with two bags. See, I had a shoe fetish and a belt fetish. And these belts were to die for. They were big with rhinestones on them, and I loved every single one of them.
Zeke did nothing but smile down at me, and then say, “Well, at least I know what to get you for Christmas now.”
I laughed and then bumped him with my shoulder, “So do I.”
And that was because, at the next booth, he bought ten vinyl records.
Chapter 8
Savannah
We were all loaded back up in the SUVs, the men on their bikes, and we headed to the clubhouse.
Zeke was at my side instantly as he led me into it. To say I was a bundle of nerves would be an understatement.
Sensing my unease, he took my hand in his and that caused me to look up at him. “I know this is all new to you. At any point you want to leave, you say the fucking word and I’ll get you out of here so fast your head will spin. Okay?”
I smiled and nodded at him.
When we stepped inside, I realized that the clubhouse wasn’t really that different except for the structure and the way it was set up.
The Steel Bandits MC had a bar to the left instead of the right. They had three pool tables, whereas there were only two here.
They had a big stage in the far corner, whereas here, they had a small one.
And the atmosphere didn’t scream party nonstop like the other one did.
No, this one said, come home and stay awhile.
Zeke led me to where the other ol’ ladies were gathered and then held out a chair for me to sit down on. “What do you want to drink?”
“Since I had a soda, I’ll take a water, please.”
He nodded and then went to the bar.
He returned with two bottles of water, he took the cap off one, handed it to me, then he took the cap off the other one and took a drink. “You know, you don’t have to drink water?”
“Taking you home. I won’t drink anything that could stop me from keeping you safe.”
And with that, he nodded at the women, who, for some reason, smiled and then went outside.
Before I could ask what was going on, they all returned with bags from the vendors.
What shocked me was that they were all placed in front of me. “So we also went to the market to get welcome home gifts for you,” Lil said with a smile.
Staring at the bags, I took in breath after breath, so I didn’t start crying again, then I muttered, “Freaking hormones.”
They all laughed and then one by one I opened the bags, and I knew Zeke had a hand in this because everything I had touched or looked at was all here.
I started to tell them all thank you when Monroe handed me a yellow dollar store bag, “What’s this for?”
And when I peeked inside and saw a roll of bubble wrap, I looked at him with a raised brow.
“Fucker already ran you over. You got some bad luck, girl. Figured he can wrap you up in bubble wrap to keep you safe when the fucker does something else that hurts you. You were my woman, nothing would fucking hurt you, least of all me.”
