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Chapter Five
El Segador
The next day was a special kind of hell for me. The girls took Swan off to a spa somewhere while I spent an hour getting fitted for a suit El Diablo’s tailor promised would be ready in a couple of hours, which had to be some kind of record. El Diablo stayed with me, offering instructions while I stood there, my arms straight out while some uptight tailor fussed over the damned suit.
“If I get out of this in one piece, Liam, I may fuckin’ kill you.”
“Now, is that any way to treat the man helping you romance your girl? How can you make her fall in love with you if you don’t sweep her off her feet?”
“Was kinda hopin’ the bike would help with that. Chicks love the bike.”
“Chicks.” He snorted. “That right there is your problem. Your woman needs romancing. Wooing. The bike may fuel her lust, but you need to win her heart.”
“Which is the only reason I’m still fuckin’ standin’ here,” I growled. “Fuckin’ ridiculous. No biker should have to go through this.”
Then something happened I’d never seen. At least, not aimed at me. El Diablo’s face turned hard. Angry. “You go through whatever you have to for your woman. Indignant or not,” he snapped. “Now stop whining like a child and do what you have to do to be the man she needs you to be.” El Diablo paced across the room. “Even the children wouldn’t whine so much.”
“I’m gonna be the man she needs, and I’m gonna make her fall in love with me. I’m all in with this, Liam. Don’t mean I have to like the method.”
“One question.” El Diablo turned around, giving me a curious look. “Have you thought about what you’ll do if Dr. Muse is able to heal her? You’ll have yourself a woman. One you can’t get rid of without breaking a promise. Or, likely, her heart.”
“Not sure it matters,” I said with a shrug, which got me stuck in several places with fucking pins. “She said this started several months ago. If she’s gone this long without treatment, I’m not sure anything can help.”
“I’m just saying, you need to be prepared for her to live longer than you’ve planned.”
“Hey. If she does, great. I don’t want the sprite to die. She’s got so much life in her. I want nothing more than to see her thrive and live to be an old woman.”
“And you’re older than her by what? Fifteen years or more?”
I rolled my eyes. “Something like that.” When the other man just glared at me, I continued. “Look, I got this. I’m giving her everything she wants. If we get a better outcome than we’re expecting, it will just be more time to spoil her. I swear to you, Liam, I’m good with this. No matter how long or short.” I frowned then. “OK, so that’s not exactly true. I’m not going to be good with this if she dies. That I know without a doubt.”
“OK, then.” That seemed to satisfy my friend. “I just don’t want you regretting anything if her illness turns out not to be as bad as she thought. It would hurt you both in unspeakable ways.”
“If I have to give up everything I am to see her live, Liam, I’ll do it. And I’ll be happy till the end of my days. She’s a good girl. If anyone deserves a break, it’s Swan.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear. Now. Suck it up. There’s still a few hours to go before your date. I hope you’ve brushed up on your table manners, because I have it on good authority there is nothing at the Four Seasons you can eat with your fingers.”
“Great. Thanks for reminding me.”
“One other thing. Did you have a talk with little Swan about her experience and her limits?”
I glanced at the tailor, who was busy putting yet another pin in the damned suit. “Yeah. Her experience is practically nil, and her limits are surprisingly broad. You were right. I’ll be her first in most things. But when she said she wanted to experience everything, she meant it. We went over procedures to stop should she be too uncomfortable, and she has yours and Jezebel’s phone numbers should she find herself uncomfortable with me when we travel.” That conversation had ended in another round of “make Swan come as many times as I can.” Just the memory put a smile back on my face.
“Good. Looks like you’ve covered all the bases.”
“Who do you have on the girls while they do their business today?”
“Rycks, Wrath, and Fury. Their women are with them along with Esther and Eden. Grady is on standby if he’s needed, but I don’t anticipate it. So far, Rycks says everyone is having a splendid time.”
“At least someone is,” I muttered. “How much fuckin’ longer?”
The tailor was unperturbed. “Almost finished here, sir. The alterations will take approximately two or three hours. You should be ready on schedule.”
“Good,” I said. “I still need to get her a gift for our date.”
“Might I suggest Tiffany’s?”
“That will definitely make an impression.” The tailor made the comment happily, as if he were a huge part of the conversation. I glared at him, but we both knew El Diablo was right. His gleeful reply was probably his revenge for my attitude toward him.
