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I snort again, her friend being Clitter. They've formed a bond, and the sweet butt is actually fucking turned into an Amy, aka Bubbles, two-point. Oh, although she likes her club name, and she still fucks the brothers to ease her pain without her family, she just doesn't try to fuck the taken ones anymore, which we've been aware of since becoming close with my girl.
Their stories are similar, and it's good to have that extra person my girl can go to when I'm not around.
Phoebe's face goes red, and she goes to say something until she notices my girl's cut. I smirk while she points, "What is that?"
Sophie smiles wide, holding her arms open before doing a little spin. "Oh, this, well, this is my old lady cut."
Phoebe looks like she's about to explode, but it's the preppy douche canoe who does first, making me want to stab my ink gun in his eye.
Hmm, that actually sounds like a good idea.
"Your cut? You belong to a biker? Fuck no." He points at my girl and says, "You fucking belong to me, bitch; I was your fucking first, and I am your only."
I go to take a step forward, but yet a-fucking-gain, my girl, she fucking holds me back. I look down at her and growl, narrowing my eyes at her, but she just smiles sweetly at me before kissing my lips, making me soften before she moves from me towards the soon-to-be dead man. He grins at her, making me growl, causing Phoebe to look at me seductively again like she wasn't outed for an STI. I shake my head and sneer at her before I lookjust in time to see my girl, my Pixie knee, the fucker in the balls, and I grin because, fuck, yes, it hurts.
He coughs while Phoebe gasps as he bends over in pain before my girl gets in his face. "Now listen here, jerk face. The only reason I hadn't been with anyone else was because my daddy was ill, and then he died. My momma needed me. I was never waiting around for you and crying out for you, and I was never going to get back with you. We all know you want to be a kept man since mommy and daddy cut you off. Todd has finally seen the light and ditched you after you hit on his own fucking husband after you'd found out he had millions in his account. Jackson is mine, and I am his, so stay the fuck away from me, or next time, I'll let Ink loose, and I'm telling you now, douche canoe, that's not a threat; it's a promise."
I grin wider at her words before she comes back into my arms.
Now, we don't kill unless it's necessary, but right now, I'm thinking of calling this one in, but the one look my girl gives me has me sighing,
"You are no fun," I pout, and she giggles again.
"You're insane; you need locking up."
My girl raises her brow at Phoebe while I clear my throat, getting her attention. "If you're not aware, Phoebe, you are fired."
Her eyes widen, "you-you can't fire me, not without reason; I could sue you."
I grin wide. "How about CCTV showing you letting jailbait in so she can masturbate in Hawks tattoo chair, then proceed to take money out of the till? Oh, and let's not forget you letting a couple of customers fuck you in the storage room for money."
Sophie snorts while Phoebe's face goes from red to pale instantly.
I guide my girl, with my arm around her back, towards my bike, ignoring the troubled twosome, grinning widely, and feeling fucking happy to have this side of her back. Since losing her momma, she retreated into a shell, but now she's back, and it's damn good to see. Don't get me wrong, I know there will be bad days ahead—a shitload of them—but the good days will become more and more. I just need to help her get there. I mean, I still have a lot of groveling to do. I did call her a fucking whore after treating her like a bed buddy.
I help her on the bike and kiss her nose before grabbing the helmet.
I twist it in my hands.
"Ok, baby, how about we go to the lake to read the letter, as we never did the wake there, then I take you to see your momma?"
She hasn't been to see her since the bridge incident, and she'll need to after this. She gives me a small smile and nods her head, making me sigh in relief before I kiss her lips gently. I help her put the helmet on, which isn't easy with her hair up, before I climb in front of her and rev my bike before steering it towards the lake, where, hopefully, my girl will get some peace.
I know she misses her old life; she misses her work, her momma's home, but if she can get through this, then Sarah's already counting the days until she's back. Her momma's house is being kept clean three times a week while her father's Mustang is already in my garage for when she's ready, and if she wants to live at her momma's, then we will; it's entirely down to her.
I'd do anything for my girl, and soon, I'd prove to her how far I'm willing to go for her, including dying.
Chapter 25
Sophie
It takes us only a short time to get to the lake, and I am tense.
Am I really ready to do this?
I'm scared.
What if what she wrote sends me down a spiral again?
