“Very,” Abe says back to his stern expression, matching that of Ace’s. They are so alike yet so different it’s scary. Anyone would think they were actual blood brothers.
Abe began to pace, his brow furrowed, as Flame taps his fingers on his knee. The others all look anywhere but at Ace. I look at everyone and watch them all. Someone is saying something, may it be a brother, a patched member, prospect or Chica. A prospect or brother could be running their mouth off to a Chica. Somehow, someone is talking and I will find out who and I will hit them with the wrath of what we stand for and what brotherhood means. Death at my hands wouldn’t be enough punishment for a nark within my family.
“Well, if war is what they want, then war is what they will get,” Ace snaps through the thick and heavy silence of the room. Viper’s eyes snap open and with that Ace just storms out, slamming the door behind him. The window shaking leaves questions thick in the air and an unsteady feeing of revenge that won’t taste as sweet.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Capone
After the bedside church meeting at the hospital I spoke with Viper alone for a while. He has his ear to the ground always and his ideas to run a different club are visions I share and a history I wanna be a part of. This new way is more efficient. It makes a lot of sense to work with the community, law enforcement and the wider yet smaller gangs and clubs. He wants to build a legacy that shies away from blood, drugs and guns. This is a new era. It’s the 2000’s. He has my backing and I told him as much. With that settled I linked my fingers inside my woman’s. Her and Senna both share the vison for a new age club and will stand by our side through whatever gets thrown our way. Flame will also follow Viper into the flames of hell and come out smiling.
I took Saylor and lead her from the room. Her hand felt like heaven linked within mine. Taking the lift down to the main floor the wise guy was standing inside the lift as we entered. “Nice to see the boy is awake.” He nods at me and smiles at Saylor.
“Who are you?” I question him pulling Say behind me slightly, protecting her always. I will make sure she is safe.
“Me?” he asks looking around the lift.
“It’s only us three in here, old man, so yes, you.” I snap out the hairs prickle over my arms.
“Me, son, I am just an old man.” He says calmly and now the doors open. “Have a good night you two,” he says again with a gleam in his eye and a small smile playing on his lips. I don’t know what it is about him, but it has me wanting to know more.
“Leave it, Asher,” Saylor’s sweet voice pulls me from staring at the old man. Her tiny hand pulls me from the lift and out into the dark night. The cool air is a welcome feeling to the heated hospital. The fresh smell a welcome scent to my nostrils that have been burnt with the bleach smell from walking inside that over cleaned place.
I hoist my lady onto my bike my lips crashing onto hers, my tongue prying her lips open to allow me to gain access to her warm and needy mouth. Her hands find the back of my neck digging her nails in and deepening the kiss. A low groan vibrates up me from down at my toes to the middle of my throat. She has a power that can make me helpless with just one taste.
She can fuck me up with just one stare and one sweet yet sinful kiss of her lips. Her tongue flicks around my mouth, hungry for me also. My hands find her ass cheeks digging in hard. A small yelp leaves her causing me to take in a deep breath.
“Fuck I love you.” I mouth into her kiss.
She pulls back lust swirling in her eyes “I love you too. My very own bad boy in leather.” She sucks her lip between her teeth my thumb moves up to pull it free from her grip. It is unarming seeing her bite down on the plump rose coloured flesh.
Placing her sweet ass down on my bike I kick my baby to life. The feel of her under me is heaven and the feel of Saylor behind me, her breasts pressed up hard against my back, is ecstasy laced in a rush of sexual fire. I am panting at the thought of laying her down and undressing her body till she lays naked before me. My cock hardens at the imagine of devouring her naked body.
Driving through the street, the wind around us and the stars above, it’s perfect. Really, what more could a guy ask for.
Taking the corners with her on the back is easy it’s like she was meant for this, for me, for my bike. She fits, molds and moves like it’s always been this way with us. Her, me, the road and the rumble of my Harley.
Her hands tighten around me as she presses deeper into my back. The wind kicks her scent of berries and vanilla around me.
Pulling into the underground car park of the hotel I book for us I feel her straighten as I kill the engine. “Um what is this?” she asks as I help her off the bike.
“Me, you, a hotel, no distractions for the whole night.” Kissing her forehead.
Taking her hand, I pull her inside with me before she can even question me further.
The room was full of what I had imagined when I ordered it to be set up. All her favourite flowers were in huge vases scattered throughout the suite. The smell of coconut and red candy apples floated around us. Say was a sucker for wax burners.
Her hand tightened in mine as she sucked in a deep breath and released it along with all the tension of the past 5 days. Chocolates were scattered over tabletops
along with fruit platters, cheese boards and champagne. I can’t stand the shit but for Saylor I will drink arsenic and bath in acid.
Her fingers run over the tables looking at all the small details like Hershey Kisses, her favourite purple iris mixed with tiger lilies. Small tea light candles are dotted around giving off the soft hue of a promise for a forever together. The way the bed has been turned to overlook the world with the dark night’s sky that will in hours give way to the burning red of the sun. Saylor’s favourite time of day the sun rise.
I know this woman better than I know myself. I have her playlist playing softly from Spotify on the sound dock. The warmth of this moment seeps into my bones and I know that I will marry this woman and make her the mother to my children.
“You amaze me, Asher.” Her eyes wide with love as she turns to look at me, a small tear slips from her stunning eyes and rolls down her cheek. I catch it with the pad of my thumb.
“For you, my love, I will walk on nails and bath in acid just to see them eyes shine and that face smile.” Her face turns into my touch pulling her into me. I lift and carry her, along with the ice bucket and glasses, to the bathroom where there is a bath drawn and ready for us to slip into.
