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Shaking my head, I run my fingers through his hair. “What can I do to help?” I ask.
“Nothing. Nothing to do,” Duke grunts as he stands. I watch as he takes a step backward, then clears his throat. “We just gotta wait to see what happens. It’s a shit plan, but it’s really all we can do.”
“And this guy, you know he’s not fair,” I state.
Duke smirks. “Bond and I have some metal that will ensure I walk out of the meeting alive, even if he calls for my death.”
Standing, I clear my throat. “You need me, as a friend, not as a Devil’s Hellions member, I’m right there for you.”
Duke jerks his chin. “You got it, brother.”
He leaves and heads back to his station behind the bar. He chuckles on the way, and I bite my bottom lip before I release it and grab my drink, downing it in one gulp before I walk out of the bar.
Life is fucking good.
Really fucking good.
Heading straight to the clubhouse, I am surprised to find a couple of bikes that don’t belong. I recognize them immediately, though.
Charley and Justin.
There’s a car I love and recognize, too. Reese’s. I park my bike, throw my leg over, and make my way inside. Stepping into the bar, I see my woman sitting at a table, a huge smile on her face as she laughs.
I take her in, searching her face, and I see it.
That smile, it’s epic.
It covers her entire face. It even reaches her eyes.
This.
This is exactly what I wanted.
When her eyes find mine, she lifts her hand and waves me over. Charley and Justin jerk their chins simultaneously. I move through the bar and take the fourth chair at the table, leaning over to touch my mouth to Reese’s.
My raven-haired beauty gives me a full smile before she speaks. “Hey,” she breathes.
“Buttercup,” I grunt before I sink down in the chair.
Charley, Justin, and Reese continue reminiscing about their time working together. I should probably feel jealous that these two men spent time with my woman. That they have all these inside jokes.
But I can’t feel jealousy because these men protected her more than I could. I feel nothing except relief and appreciation when it comes to them. Reese loves me, and I love her. This life that we’re building is more than I ever could have imagined possible.
So if she wants to see her old friends, who happen to be male, and laugh with them about the old times, times when they protected her and shielded her from more abuse, then so be it.
I slide my arm across her shoulders and jerk my chin toward the prospect who hands me a beer. I take a long pull and enjoy the moment. I love this fucking woman.
The club shit is always going to have an ebb and flow of chaos to it. Life will never be completely at peace, not even when we’re fully legit. There will always be something. But with this woman at my side, the world doesn’t seem all that dark. In fact, it’s blindingly bright.
