Even if they were here, they picked the wrong city, the wrong club to screw around with, especially when they threaten one of our own. The thought that Amelia would be in a more harm's way didn’t sit well with me.
I cleared my throat. “Speaking of ol’ ladies, if it hasn’t already been known, let it be known Amelia is off limits. I want to make her mine, officially.”
Smirks and suppressed laughs appeared on their faces, B.B. leaned back in his chair, the stupid grin on his face. “Well, well, our little boy is growing up and found a woman that puts up with his ass.”
“Truly a simp,” Otis joked.
“Just wait, buddy, you’re next,” I warned.
He threw his hands up. “No, thank you.”
“Your dick is going to fall off from the over usage of your hand,” Fender joked in return.
“Careful, Fender, you want to be a good boy.” Otis smirked.
“Somebody called me a good boy one time, and I’m never living it down.” Fender groaned.
“Not my fault you blushed,” Otis said.
“I didn’t blush,” Fender yelled out.
“Could you two get a room or something? Last time I checked I’m asking her to be mine, not a dick measuring competition between you two,” I growled.
Hound let out a groan. “I swear sometimes it’s like babysitting children with you two. Shooter, yes. I think I speak for everyonewhen I say just put her out of her misery and put a cut or a ring or both on her.”
“I’m trying. But I appreciate this. She’s the one for me.”
She was more than just “the one”; she was my everything. I wanted to love her with everything, fully bring her into this world that we created, protect her, never have her leave my side. I was ready to tie her to me in every way. I wanted to hear those words that she was mine and never let go. I wanted everything with her, the ring, the marriage, the house where we could watch our children grow, I wanted to make love in every room.
She was my saving grace in all this darkness that surrounded us, she was the calm in my storm. She was the restful sleep at night along with her being in my arms.
“But um, just her ex is still a fucking problem, and it’s taken everything me not to drown him in the Mississippi.”
“Any of it going to come back onto the club? Not that we won’t offer protection, she’s a good one.” Hound Dog leaned on the table.
“I’m hoping not, but there are certain things still standing in her way,” I admitted but not telling them the extent.
B.B. smiled. “Well, if she’s putting up with your ass, I think we’d do anything for her.”
She was stubborn like that, wanting to keep her problems to herself. It was admirable, but any longer and I was going to handle things on my own and suffer whatever consequences she wanted. Hell, she could have chained me to the bed and edged the shit out of me, I still wouldn’t take it as punishment, maybe a reward.
I had been in such a daze that I didn’t notice until the third elbow in my side when Fender said, “You going to get that?” nodding to my phone that was still buzzing in my pocket continuously.
When I pulled out my phone, I noticed notifications from missed calls to security camera messages and text messages from her. My heart raced when I saw the latest notification that there was more movement in Amelia’s bedroom. Before the meeting could adjourn, I bolted out of the room and to my laptop in my room.
I pulled up my call log and pressed to call Amelia, the continuous ring didn’t settle my nerves. Nothing would until I could hear her voice.
Chapter 29
Amelia
Part of me knew I needed a break, especially since my eyes felt itchy. Sleep weighed heavily on me, aching for a long winter’s nap. Well, more like a summery nap, but you get the picture. At least, the weather was getting warmer, and I could finally feel the sun warm my skin.
Though I was exhausted, my mind never stopped spiraling, rambling on with random ideas or thoughts.
I walked into my house, noting that Chris hadn’t returned home and it was for the best. I wondered if Shooter had something to do with his disappearance but shoved the thought away. He made me crazy, though seeing a softer side of him was easy. Being lost in him, it was easy.
And when his little demons wanted to play, those moments turned into nothing but lust and desire, the cure for a long yearning.
