Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Sniper joins us and I tell him I want to take Madison home with me, to my home.
“Well, if our intel is right, the Fallen Kings are on a run to Mexico. I had Smokey and some prospects check it out and their place is empty. You should be safe. It looks like we’ll have a week before we have to worry about anything. Gives us time to get our shit together. No more surprises,” he tells me.
I can hear it in his voice that he’s even surprised the way everything went down last night.
“Everything okay, Brick?” he asks me.
I shake my head, like I’ve been thinking about something else. “Fuck no, it’s not okay,” I grunt back at him. “A woman had to save my ass. I’m losing my touch,” I admit.
We watch as Avery and Madison walk back in. Madison has changed out of her waitress uniform and as she walks across the room, her eyes are on me.
“Fuck, I’m in trouble, Pres,” I mutter to him.
“Yep.” He laughs and slaps me on the back before going over to Avery.
I stay in my seat and wait on Madison to get to my side. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Where are we going?” she asks me.
“Home. I want to take you home,” I tell her honestly. I’ve thought about it all day. Don’t get me wrong, I love the club and my brothers, but I want my woman in my bed, in my home.
She looks up at me questioningly. “I thought we had to stay here, ya know, the Fallen Kings and all that.”
I grab her hand and start walking to the door, nodding my head at the people that say bye to us. “That’s club business, princess. I can’t tell you about that. All you need to know is that you’re safe and I would never put you in harm’s way.”
“So I can go home?” she asks me.
“Yes. To my, I mean, our home,” I tell her before plopping the helmet on her head. I sit down on the seat and hold my hand out to her.
I’m ready for her to resist me, to tell me no, but instead she just shrugs her shoulders. “Okay, sounds good, Ben.”
Epilogue
Two years later
Madison
“Princess, you better be resting,” I hear as the front door slams.
Ben was only gone for an hour. Since we’re getting close to the due date, he rarely leaves me alone now.
I prop my swollen feet up on the chair across from me with my school book in my lap. It’s taken a while, but I will be graduating next month. Even though I resisted it, Ben reasoned with me and finally convinced me to finish my schooling. He even promises to put me to work at one of the shops after I graduate, and well, after I have this baby that is dancing on my bladder.
He walks in and bends down to kiss me. “How you doing, princess?”
“Grrrr. You don’t want to know,” I tell him and try to adjust myself in the chair. I can’t get comfortable these days.
“I know what you need,” he tells me and turns around to the stove. I watch his ass move in the tight jeans and my mouth starts to water. Damn hormones.
The last two years have been a whirlwind. That day I gave in to his insistence that we were meant to be, and I gave in to what I really wanted, well, was the best decision I’ve ever made. Getting on the back of his bike started our relationship. We still joke about how I saved him… but really, he saved me too. I moved in with Ben the second night after knowing him and we haven’t spent a night apart since. He’s had obligations to the club, but he always makes sure to make it back to me before I lie down in bed.
My big ol’ biker has proven to be a wonderful husband. We got married mere weeks after meeting. And he never asked me; nope, he told me we were. But of course, I didn’t argue with him about it. I wanted it just as bad as he did.
He turns back toward me and gives me a mug with hot chocolate in it. He kisses me and then sits down in the chair across from me, picking up my legs and putting them in his lap.
Brick
I know she’s miserable. I can see it in her face. If there was anything I could do to help her, I would. I’ve talked to her doctor plenty of times until he’s now told me not to call him until she’s in labor.
Fuck, I don’t know how I’ll handle that.
She’s reading her textbook and every now and then looking up at me. I’m rubbing her feet and thinking about her and all we’ve gone through.