“Bell...” she begins and I quickly cup her cheek and I whisper, “I’ve fallen madly and deeply in love with you, Drew, the next step for me, as a biker, even one who still doesn’t know his path yet within the club, is to claim you. And doing that means you go for a ride. I know you’re scared but I need you to put that trust in me like I have with you.”
Her mouth parts in shock before she chokes, “You love me?”
“Little bird,” I whisper as I cup her cheek and gently rub my thumb along it, “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have spoken about Angie.”
Her eyes mist, and I smile as I lean down and press my lips against hers gently, and she grips my cut tighter.
“I love you,” she whispers against my lips, “and I do trust you, Bellamy, and if being on the back of your bike helps me show you that, then okay.”
Fuck, this girl.
“If I knew telling you I loved you would have gotten you on the back of my bike, I would have told you weeks ago,” I joke, and she shoves me away slightly with a giggle. I laugh as I grab the door to Dante’s and open it for us before guiding her inside, my arm firmly around her waist.
I notice her parents instantly, and so does Drew, because she locks up seeing her sister and her ex. I squeeze her tighter to me as we bypass the waitress who always eyes me up, and head directly towards her parents.
Her mom notices us first, and she grins widely, causing Joel to look behind him, and his smile widens.
“Well, it’s about time you two,” Joel says, and I chuckle as I pull out a chair next to her father and guide Drew to sit next to him before I take the seat next to her and in between the fuck face who scowls.
Guess he thought he’d have my girl next to him… fucker.
“I had some begging to do,” I admit as I wrap my arm around Drew’s chair, and Mary raises a brow at me while Elizabeth looks at me with lust.
I try not to flinch when Joel asks, “What do you need from my baby girl?”
I want to tense, but I shake it off as Drew gently presses her hand on my leg in support.
“For her to get on the back of my bike,” I admit with a smirk, and Mary gasps along with Elizabeth while Joel nods with approval.
I hear a growl from beside me, but I ignore him.
“Did you uh, did you agree?” Elizabeth asks, and I try to hold in the snort at the hope in her voice that her sister declined.
“Oh, of course I did,” Drew admits instantly, “right after he told me he loved me.”
Mary physically swoons, and Elizabeth's face looks like she swallowed something sour. A scowl and pure anger overtakes me when the fucker beside me scoffs, “Seriously? He told you he loved you to get his own way? How pathetic are you, Drew? He has two other women’s names on his fucking neck!”
Elizabeth chuckles, “He has a point, you’re a little bit gullible huh, sis?” as Mary snaps, “Drake!” and Joel growls deeply causing the idiot to tense up realizing he’s just snapped in front of the parentals. Before anyone can scold the pair of them for being nasty little fucking cunts, before I can grab my knife and slice the fuckers throat, my girl, the woman who is becoming my rock, loses her temper, and fuck me, it is hot as fuck.
“You mean the names of his baby sisters?” Drew growls, and everyone looks at her in shock because normally Drew ignores him and her sister. I guess I’m her no go subject, or well, my sisters are and that just makes me love her even more.
She curls her lips and sneers, “Is it a crime to have their name on his skin, Drake?”
He clears his throat and mutters, “No but –”
She cuts him off, “There is no ‘but’ in this conversation! He loves his sisters, so what? At least he isn’t on the sex offenders list because he screwed his ex-girlfriend's baby sister just to get her attention. Mind you, that was three yearsafterbeing dumped for being a lousy kisser!”
Mary chokes on her drink with a snort while Joel and I openly laugh.
Drew chuckles lightly, “It’s been years since I ended things with you, we were kids, we were fifteen and you let your ego get the better of you all because I didn’t give you my body. Instead, you took it from a spoiled little girl, who you continue to brainwash against her family, all while you try to corner me like a pathetic, tiny, little man!” she looks at her mother, “This is the last time I will sit through a meal with these two! If they are here on Friday, then I will walk out!”
Mary flinches as Elizabeth chokes, “You can’t make our parents choose between us!”
Drew scoffs, “Why not? You’ve been doing it since the moment you realized Mom felt guilty for not being able to carry you to term,” she sits back and I gently begin to unpin her bun, “Besides, I haven’t tried to make them choose, I’ve simply said, I won’t attend a meal with you and that pest, there are plenty of other days in the week.”
Her hair falls down as I pull the last pin, and my girl raises a brow at me, but I just shrug and play with her strands, which are so fucking soft.
“Oh, Drew, I didn’t realize your hair had gotten that long,” Mary gushes, ignoring her spewing daughter beside her, “It is beautiful.”
