Lewy also has his team of hackers working behind the scenes to remove anything that pops up about the havoc that was caused across the state from everything that happened. But unfortunately, we can’t control the media, and the local news still mentions the spate of crimes linked to organised crime at least once on the news reports each week.
We managed to spend a day with Lexi and her friends. All of them were besotted over Bobbi, and some tears were shed when Abbey revealed details of the hard drive, and how her grandfather was linked to all of their suffering. The moment Rhys found out she and Abbey were cousins, I thought I’d lost my fucking hearing.
That chick can scream louder than anyone I’ve ever fucking met.
But shit. It was emotional as fuck, and I’m glad Rhys had her guys with her, so they could give her the support she needed.
On top of that, I’ve been secretly trying to arrange a little getaway surprise for Abbey’s birthday. The first birthday she’s had in years that will be filled with happiness instead of trauma. And the first of her birthdays with me.
So… we are going on a fucking date.
I, Ringo, President of the Southern Sadists MC, am going on a date with my wife for the first time, and I’mfucking nervous.
I don’t want to fuck it up, mainly because this is something I haven’t done before, so I’m new at this.
Abbey hugs me from behind as we ride, breezing up the freeway, into the city.
Apparently, she’s a big fan of pasta, so I’m taking her to a well-known Italian restaurant that will hopefully have her moaning as I watch her eat.
She was nervous about leaving Bobbi, but my ma, sisters, and Tahli have it all under control, and given Bobbi has been thriving, Abbey doesn’t have anything to worry about.
The restaurant is bustling when we step inside sometime later, slipping out of our leathers just inside the doorway, to reveal nicer clothes.
Abbey blushes up at me when she catches my eyes roaming over her, checking her out, her silky legs very fucking tempting in the sexy red dress she’s wearing that really doesn’t match the cold weather outside.
“Stop,” she hisses, past her smile.
“I’m going to be hard right through the meal,” I mutter, giving her another once over. “No wonder you got dressed in your leathers before coming downstairs. You knew we wouldn’t leave the house, didn’t you?”
She giggles at that, her smile relaxing when the hostess approaches us, and we quickly secure the face masks we’re required to wear unless we are eating.
The hostess leads us to a table in the back half of the restaurant. With social distancing rules in place, all tables directly next to us are empty, and I can’t say I hate that.
It’s nice to have a little privacy and not have to worry about anyone hearing our discussions.
Our food comes out quickly, and we eat and chat quietly together, enjoying this somewhat normal day.
Well… the pandemic shit isn’t fucking normal, but not being fucking chased is.
“Tell me about your first time.” Abbey grins, holding the glass of wine to her lips and taking a sip.
“My first time?” I frown, and she wags her brows, putting her glass down.
“Yeah. Yourfirst time.” She leans closer, speaking quieter, like she doesn’t want anyone to overhear. “When you lost your virginity.”
A laugh bursts from me, and she grins wide.
“Angel, you don’t want to hear about that shitshow. There’s nothing sexy about it.”
“I don’t care about sexy. I just want to know the younger version of you.”
Relaxing back, I rest my elbows on the arms of the chair, debating if this story is something I really want her to know about. It’s fucking embarrassing, that’s for sure. I don’t think I’ve even told JD, yet here, with her, I can’t help but want to tell her every fucking minor detail of my life if she wants to know about it.
“Fine,” I rasp, biting back my grin. “But you’re not allowed to laugh or use it against me.”
Her eyes widen. “Ohhh, do tell.”
I snort, taking a sip of my water, before deciding that if there’s anyone worthy of knowing this embarrassing fact about me, it’s her.
