I cup her face and gaze into her eyes.
“Angel, you don’t need to work for money. I’m going to take care of you,” I say, kissing softly. “Remember, we’re going to get married.”
Fuck!
I’ve missed her.
I’m fucking glad that she did escape.
“I’ve been calling you,” I say, holding her tight.
Karla moves her hands up my shoulders and pulls me down.
“I had to run away last night. I broke the cell phone SIM card so that Dad won’t track me. I called you with the burner cell phone and texted you,” Karla whispers.
“Hell, I didn’t recognize the number. Sorry, Angel, for not answering. But now I have you in my arms, please trust me. I’m going to take care of you,” I say, holding her close.
“I was so scared,” Karla whispers, blinking the tears.
“Angel, don’t be scared. Your Dad can’t touch you, you’re mine,” I say, gazing into her eyes.
“Promise,” Karla says, wide-eyed.
“Promise.”
Later.
“Church is in session,” Demon says, slamming the gavel on the board.
“This is going to be short and sweet! We have runs to do,” Diablo says.
“Brothers, Vegas Chapter, Prez Moose in needs some help with the new casino,” Demon says, looking around the table.
“The run will take a few weeks; it might be two or more,” Diablo says, rubbing his beard.
“Brothers, I want Viper, Killer, and Lethal to make this run,” Demon says.
“I want to take my Old Lady with me,” I say, looking at Prez.
“Yeah, I do too,” Viper says.
“Yeah, that’s okay,” Demon says, nodding.
“Well, hell, I’m taking my Old Lady,” Lethal says, smirking.
“Fuckers! You'd better take care of business! Church is over. Satan’s Warriors power,” Demon yells, slamming the gavel.
“Riding till we die,” the Brothers shout, pumping their fists.
“Angel, are you hungry,” I ask, entering our room.
I look around the room and walk over to the bathroom. I lean against the doorframe, watching her pull off the towel. She grabs the hairbrush and slides it over her long, dark locks.
“Ace, yes, I’m starving,” Karla says, brushing her hair.
Fuck me!
She’s so fucking sexy.
