As soon as we left the church, I slid my hands into my pockets, and we walked around the side of the building. “People are going to talk.”
“I know,” she said.
“I don’t worry about you and me. Everyone in the MC has heard us—”
“—fight, breakup, get back together. I don’t want to hide from this. It either works for us, or it doesn’t, because of what we want. I’m not ashamed of having two boyfriends. They can call me a Heller whore. Put it on a patch and I’ll wear it.”
I laughed. “Good girl.”
She grew quiet and squinted into the sun.
“What’s got you worried?”
We approached her bike. “To be honest—you.”
“Me?”
She wrapped her arms around my waist and tipped her face up to mine. “Yes. Because you take what you want. You don’t always consider the consequences. Hedoesn’t know you like I do. Maybe I’m worried for nothing, but you’re intimidating, and you know I’m yours.” Her voice quivered with emotion. “And he knows I’m yours. Cruz, I’m his, too. You have the power to make him feel like he’s not as important, but he is.”
“I know. He’s not a pussy. I have to believe he’s here because in his gut he knows he belongs with us.” I kissed her forehead, then let her go. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a stack of folded bills and peeled off a few hundred dollars. “I don’t want Rizz to go back to the halfway house for anything. Can you call Kiss and go shopping for him? He needs a phone, jeans, toothbrush. He needs everything.”
She clutched the folded bills in her hand then wrapped her arms around my neck. “How can you be such an asshole and yet so amazing?”
I rested my hands on her hips. “Want to make a side bet?”
Her lips pulled into a sexy as fuck smirk. “On what?”
“He’s going to be a dick about this. He’s not going to want either one of us buying him anything.”
“I’ll take that bet. I think he’ll appreciate it.”
“Enough to watch me fuck you while he’s still busted up? Because I’m not going to last six weeks for him to heal.”
“Probably not that much.”
I swatted her ass as she tugged on her helmet.
“Go straight home, Micki, and text me when you get there. Kings are still out there. Until we hear from Bullet, assume they’re still looking for Rizz.”
She nodded and snapped down her visor. She rolled through the lot, and I headed back into the chapel. Onceshe’d cleared the fence, the scream of her engine pierced the quiet afternoon.
Fuck, my girl was badass.
Chapter Eleven
Ryatt
“I appreciate you giving me a ride.” Another day. Another favor. More proof that I still wasn’t done getting myself into difficult situations. I ran my palms over the new jeans McKelle had picked up for me this week. New shirt, new underwear, even new steel-toe boots.
I felt better than I looked. The swelling had gone down, but I was a macabre masterpiece of bruises.
“I needed to get out of the house.” Levi smiled, then turned back to the road. “I go a little crazy. Romeo’s busy at the shop. Dozer too, but he wouldn’t want to hang out with me and Rosie anyway. Pippa is crazy busy with school. I have all my classes online so I can stay home with the baby. Hana’s got another tattoo artist in the shop because she’s busy. Sometimes, I just get a little jealous because my life is diapers and laundry.”
She smirked. “You getting beat up is the most excitement I’ve had in a while.”
“I’ll see what I can do to keep you entertained.” I thought of my situation. “Maybe Cruz will drag me to the basement.”
“I don’t think he wants to fight you.”
