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“Thank you for bringing me here,” I reach back to kiss his lips.
“I brought this.” Screwy releases me, taking out the tin with his sister’s letter in from his back pocket.
“You’re right. After I’d left you in Vail, I was a mess. I pulled over and headed into the woods. I even took out my gun and thought about…” He stops when he sees the scared look on my face.
“Anyway,” he shakes his head. “I heard her. Beth told me to answer my phone. And it was Alex calling to tell me you were in danger. For so many years, I thought I’d heard her before, taunting me, telling me I was weak, but it wasn’t her at all. That was me. Beth called out to me because she wanted me to help you. She wanted me to be happy. That has to mean she forgives me, right?”
Screwy doesn’t wait for me to answer. Stepping closer to the water, he pulls back his arm and launches the tin as far as he can pitch it. Then he takes a few moments to stare out at the water and absorb a little peace.
“You wanna go start a new life with me?” He turns back around and looks at me. There’s hope swimming to the surface in his watery eyes, and it looks so beautiful on him.
“Yes,” I smile back at him. We both have our troubles, and we both have our pasts, but I know we can overcome them.
“Okay then, let’s go tell the girls they got a week to organize a wedding.”
“A week?” I laugh at him. “Don’t you think that’s a little soon?”
“Not soon enough in my opinion.” Screwy plants a kiss on my cheek, and I quickly crouch back down and pick up the first pretty stone that catches my eye.
“What’s that for?” Screwy asks curiously as he leads me to the van.
“It’s a memory…” I tell him, smiling back at the lake and feeling the warm glow of the morning sun on my cheeks.
“Earth to Lydia.” Maddy snaps me out of my daydream. Screwy and Squealer have just come into the barroom after their shift at the garage and Screwy’s looking super hot in the tight black T-shirt he’s wearing.
“How are you so chilled about this? Me and Jessie set our date for ages away, and I’m already panicking.” She brings my attention back to the table.
“We don’t want any fuss. Just a bridal bouquet will be enough.” I stare at the floral pictures in front of me and find them all so overwhelming. Flowers don’t matter–all that's really important is that I’ll be Screwy’s wife.
“Excuse me for just a second.” I get up from the table and make my way to the bar. It’s been at least five hours since I’ve felt his hands on me, and I don’t care if it’s a little twisted. I’ve missed them, and I need them.
“How was your shift?” I ask, stealing the bottle from his hand and helping myself to a sip. The taste of it is growing on me.
“It went slow. How’s the wedding planning?” he nods his head over toward Maddy’s table.
“It’s a lot. We’re gonna use the barn where Nyx and Ella got married. The fairy lights are still up from their wedding, so it’ll save some time and look really pretty.” I reel off what Maddy told me earlier when she showed me what we could do with the place.
“So who do you think will be next, boss?” Squealer asks Prez when he moves over to join us. And all eyes move toward Thorne and Tac. The pair of them are always together. Screwy tells me they were members long before him and his brother arrived here.
“No good looking in this direction,” Tac laughs.
“Well, you are getting kinda close to Marilyn,” Squealer points out to him, and Tac shakes his head and smirks.
“Nah, me and her got an understanding. That’s the benefit of maturity. No complications.”
The club door barges open, and Jessie walks straight up to Maddy, kissing her long and hard on the lips as he lifts her up from the chair she’s sitting on and carries her over to join us.
“Two beers, one for me and one for my future wife,” he calls over the bar proudly as he places her ass on top of it and positions himself between her legs.
It makes Prez smile.
“You got anything out of him yet?” Prez asks Jessie.
“Some more property locations, but I’m really starting to think Murray has no idea where he is. I left Brax to it.” Jessie knocks back his beer, and I notice the blood on his knuckles.
“We’ll find him, don't ya worry.” Prez winks at me reassuringly, and I believe him.
Screwy and the others rode out last night to pick up the man who was going to attack the clubhouse. They thought he might know where Verretti is hiding out. It sounds like that may not be the case, but these men are determined, and I know Screwy won’t rest until Raphael Verretti is dead.
