I thought he was talking to one of his brothers, but he is looking at Tanner.
“Yes, sir. Nothing will happen on my watch,” Tanner tells him.
Mac ruffles his hair. “Smoke and Tank will be here too. Don’t give them too much trouble. That means you, Emily. Not all men want their nails painted.”
She pouts, but nods.
“You are so letting her paint your nails later,” I tell him.
He laughs. “Anything for our little queen.”
I let him lead me to his bike. When I get there, he hands me a jacket, but it’s not the leather jacket that he wears. This one is female. It is made in a way to fit my body perfectly. I eye the patch that says Darling on the front and smile. When I turn it and look at the back, I choke up.
Property of Mac.
“I know you aren’t property, and I would never treat you that way. This is the way the club identifies who is an old lady. I would change it if I could, but it would mean changing decades of tradition. You don’t have to wear it, but as my old lady, it is yours,” he tells me, looking nervous.
I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck as he sets the jacket back on the bike.
“I don’t mind being owned by you, Mac. I feel free with you,” I tell him honestly.
He leans down and kisses me.
“Hop on then, Mrs. Sheridan.”
I frown. “Mrs.? And isn’t that your last name? Evan called you that. Did you give me your last name?”
He shrugs. “I knew from the beginning that you were special. I wanted to give you all the protection I could. My last name has some of that.”
“We aren’t married yet, though.”
“We could be,” he tells me.
That makes my heart flutter and my head feel like it’s flying. I like the idea of that.
He doesn’t push the issue, though. He helps me put the jacket on, then my helmet. One that fits me perfectly as well.
“Hey, why does it say Darling on the front?”
“Because that’s what I’m willing to let everyone call you.A mhuirnínis just for me,” he says before stealing another kiss.
Once we are on the bike, all my worries fade. I’m simply here with my man.
He winds through the streets until we are far away from town. When he pulls up to an empty field surrounded by trees, I wonder where we are.
I don’t have to wonder for long. He cuts the engine and helps me off the bike. Then he scoots back and picks me up so I’m straddling him on the bike.
“This is where I am going to build you a house. Your dream house,” he says.
“You don’t have to,” I tell him.
He shakes his head. “I see you every time you look next door. You don’t like seeing that house, and that’s fine. We can use them as rental properties or sell them when this place is done.This place will hold no bad memories. Only the good ones for our family.”
I cup his cheek. “Thank you.”
“One more thing.” He looks down at where his hands are on my hips. “Evan is gone. He will never bother you again.”
“I know. He’s in jail.”
