I’ve fucking lost count on how many women have come forward and asked if Ace was still around because they missed his cock, but my daughter's therapist, fuck no.
“Sorry, brother, she was hot, but then she kind of turned crazy, wanting to introduce me to her parents because she said she was my one,” Ace mutters, shaking his head, and I snort.
“I guess you're going on the next three runs will be your punishment, huh?” I confirm, and he winces then grumbles, “I guess, but someone will have to take over the interviews with the diner, Harriet and AJ are becoming more possessive, and the fact I can’t find a waitress that will come in and not start drama is beginning to piss me off.”
I grin, and Doc mentions, “I’ll interview some, test the waters when I bring you up and go from there in between my shifts at the hospital,” and Ace sighs in relief, making me laugh, and he gives me the stink eye.
If he’d just keep his dick in his pants where his employees are concerned, he wouldn’t be having these problems right now.
Chuckling, Doc looks at me and tilts his head with a brow raise, and I smile and confirm, “I’m giving her the cut after church, I think she’s ready.”
The men bang on the table in celebration, and I chuckle but nod.
I wanted to give it to her last week, but I think it was too soon. It was a lot for her to agree to no breather, even though I know she really wanted one. But it’s been a week, and I want my cut on my girl, and then we’ll be going to the courthouse.
I want my ring on her finger, her name on Caleb's papers, and mine on Lyra's. I know we haven’t been together long, but sometimes you just know and I know she is mine, and I’ll never let her go.
“Well, we'd better get out there then so you can give her the cut and preferably before Caleb storms church because we’ve taken too long,” Doc states, and I frown.
“Don’t we have to go over the finances and shit?” I ask, and Doc smirks.
“You’ve been out of it for the whole of church, brother, Tank did the garage and Ace typed everything up,” he admits, and I wince.
“Fuck, sorry, brothers,” I mutter, and Ace squeezes my shoulder again.
“Church dismissed, it’s time for Dirty to claim his woman,” Doc announces as he bangs his gavel, not letting me beat myself up, and I take a deep breath.
Fuck, I hope she accepts this cut because if not, I’m locking her up until she does.
I need her tethered to me. If I didn’t know she wanted to wait to have kids, I’d have fucked with her birth control by now.
Standing, the brothers wait for me to leave church first and I open the door and grab my phone from Joe, who should be patched in next week if he does well on the run. I lock eyes withmy girl, who is sitting next to my parents, Lyra on my dad's lap, Caleb leaning against my woman, and I smile at the sight.
She’s fucking beautiful.
“Make love to me, Alex.”
Her whispered words from last week hit me, and I couldn’t help the feeling of love that overwhelmed me before we made love in front of the fire. The woman fucking owns me and she has no idea.
Hol tilts her head at me. Her white-blonde hair falls to the side, and I swallow hard.
She’s wearing leggings instead of her jeans, which I love her wearing, for her leg, and my shirt. She’s fucking perfect, and I’m so goddamn lucky to call her mine, I really fucking am.
Pressing two of my fingers to my mouth, I hold them out to my girl, who furrows her brows, and I walk towards the officers' rooms and not her way, but I don’t look at her again, knowing I need to grab her cut.
As soon as I’m out of view, I rush to my room, grab the cut from the closet, take the simple white gold engagement ring adorned with light pink and white diamonds around a large white diamond, and swallow hard.
“Fuck, I hope she says yes,” I mutter, and I fist the ring and cut and walk back to the common room.
The brothers are all at the bar while their women watch them, confused. Summer, scowling because her man isn’t holding her, making Anchor stifle a laugh before their attention shifts to me again with confusion but Summer being Summer instantly catches on and she quickly covers her mouth so she doesn’t ruin it and I give her a wink.
“Alex, is everything okay?” Hol asks with concern and I grin, kneel before her, and cup her cheek with my free hand.
“How are you feeling today, darling?” I ask, ignoring her question as I look at her leg.
She isn’t elevating it now, but she also can’t put all her weight on it, and it fucking scares me that she might never be able to.
"I’m okay, but you’re kind of freaking me out," she admits and I chuckle and shake my head.
