Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(74)
Fuck this shit. I stood up, feeling hot blood rushing to my face, listening to the heavy chair squeak across their perfectly polished tile.
“We done here yet?” I growled.
Meg looked at me, her eyes big and pleading. Then she turned her gaze on her parents, and it was a lot more ruthless.
“You really don't get it, do you? I'd be dead, if not worse, right now, if it wasn't for Skin. Parker. Go ahead, call him whatever you want. Treat him like trash.” She reached out, took my hand, and jerked it against her cheek, brushing against me like a kitten. “It doesn't change the fact that he saved my life, or that we're in love. And nothing's ever going to change it.”
Damn if her touch didn't smolder the fuse inside me. It always did. This woman's skin was magic against mine, and I could almost forgive the haughty f*cks who'd raised her.
“But it doesn't change the fact that you'd be making my funeral arrangements right now if he hadn't gotten me away from that whorehouse. If you want, I'll leave this house with him, and you'll never see me again. Keep the rest of my trust, I don't care. There's just one more favor I'm after – we're here tonight because he's taken a terrible blow to the head. You're both decent people, even if you don't like my man. I have to believe you'll give me my own money one more time to help the man who's kept me breathing.”
“We'll have to discuss this privately,” her dad snapped. “Here, sit tight, let me get you some water, dear.”
Just as he sat her mother down in the chair and got up, she grabbed his hand, as if she'd been struck by lightning. “Don't. Eric, she's right. I believe her. Whatever she said before, I know our baby's only with us now because of this man. We can't just kick him out and leave him to suffer.”
The whole damned world froze over in my woman's eyes, and melted like a steaming glacier. She nodded softly, gratitude on her lips.
“Thank you. Somebody finally understands.”
“All right, all right,” her dad growled at last, giving me a sharp look. “Parker, Skin, whoever you are, I don't know if I'll ever be happy about this situation you've created with my daughter, but I'll listen to the women in my life. I'm going to go downstairs and get the account information so my little girl can get you checked out.”
“I appreciate it. Whatever the hell I look like to you, I take good care of her. That's never, ever gonna change.” I said it like I was swearing on my life, ignoring the sirens in my head, calling me to look her daddy dead in his eyes.
“I need your word on that.” He stepped closer, flattening his hands on the table, accepting the challenge in my eyes. “Because if I ever find out she's gotten hurt thanks to you, I know what club you belong to. I'll have the National Guard out there dismembering it.”
“Save the f*cking call to the Governor,” I said. “I'll die before I ever let anything happen to this woman.”
“He's telling you the truth,” Meg said, running her hand gingerly through my hair. “Please, guys, can't we put the egos on hold until he's better? I promise we can work this through. He's saved me more times than I can count, and now it's my turn to return the favor.”
Satisfied, her dad nodded. Her ma served us some water and made small talk while he retrieved the paperwork. Then, folder in her hands, we headed back to my brothers in the truck, waiting behind the gate.
I waited 'til we were out by the gate, where the high floodlights didn't reach, before I grabbed her and pressed her to my lips.
“You're supposed to be sick,” she laughed, giving me that smile that made me want to f*ck her through the pavement.
“Yeah, whatever, babe. You know I love you. I'm gonna get my shit checked out, and then it's gonna be a whirlwind moving you in. I'm not living one more night without you in my bed.”
“Oh, Skin,” she whimpered, all she could manage before she pushed her hot little lips against mine.
Oh was right. I'd be hearing her make that noise over and over, clenching on my cock. Whatever the f*ck happened to me or the club, I'd be reminding her she was mine for the rest of my life.
One Month Later
It was a frosty day, a couple weeks past Halloween. I'd closed up the cabin a couple days ago for winter, the place we'd been sharing for the last month, while I got all our shit together.
My head hadn't f*cked me over too bad. A few days rest and a follow-up said it hadn't done permanent damage, and I hit everything hard as hell as soon as they let me off bed rest.
I let Meg off at work that morning. She was back at her dad's company, taking it more seriously than before, talking about following me into accounting or some shit. I didn't give a damn what she did, as long as she was happy and wearing my brand.
I couldn't wait for evening. It was finally moving day. We'd be hauling our junk into the new place we'd picked out, this cozy apartment just outside the city, overlooking the mountains.
Today was the first day of the rest of my life with this woman. Just had to get through church first.
I met up with Sixty and Crawl at the bar. We filed into the big meeting room, with all the brothers waiting.
Dust twirled the gavel in his hand, staring through the wall like usual. Or, at least, that's what he wanted everybody to believe. I knew he was looking at the club relics on the wall, all the photos and things that belonged to the guys who were gone, perched forever beneath our big black DEADLY PISTOLS MC flag.