Unbeautifully (Undeniable, #2)(66)

For Danny’s sake, it was a very, very good thing Ripper was leaving tomorrow. Although Deuce had convinced him to come back to the club, not that he’d ever been truly out of it, Ripper wasn’t returning to his former sergeant-at-arms status. He was going nomad. Dorothy had already replaced the territorial rocker on the back of his cut with a nomad patch, meaning Ripper would be holding no allegiance to any Horsemen chapter anywhere in the country, but would still be accepted as a full member.

It had taken a whole lot of arguing between the two men and a significant raise in equity but Ripper had eventually agreed, more than likely only out of loyalty to Deuce and the club. And despite Deuce wanting Ripper back one hundred percent of the time, this wasn’t a complete loss.

Deuce had jobs all over the country that needed “taking care of,” and if there was ever anything that Ripper was good it, it was “taking care” of things.

Just not his own things.

Like Danny.

Feeling Deuce’s hands run down her back, stopping on her backside to tightly squeeze, Eva smiled.

“You ready for Belize?” she whispered, holding him tighter.

He grunted. “Babe, I’m ready to take you inside and f*ck you ’til you’re fat with another kid.”

“Okay,” she said, grinning. “But after that, aren’t you excited?”

He stopped dancing and pulled away from her. “Are you f*ckin’ serious? You wanna go to Belize?”

Fighting her laughter, she nodded. “Kami booked our tickets months ago. We fly out tonight.”

Eyes narrowed, Deuce frowned. “No.”

“Yep.”

“No.”

“Yep.”

“What the f*ck am I gonna do in Belize?” he shouted.

She shrugged. “No kids, me in one of the thousands of skimpy bikinis Kami made me buy, lots of drinking, lots of f*cking—”

“Babe,” he interrupted. “You coulda shut the f*ck up after ‘no kids.’?”

She burst out laughing. “Deuce,” she breathed out, clutching her stomach. “But you said you wanted more.”

“Eva,” he growled softly. “I f*ckin’ do. Just thinkin’ ’bout you knocked up, fat with my kid, is makin’ me hard as f*ck. Don’t mean I don’t need a break from Ivy whinin’ and Danny mopin’ and Cage just bein’ a motherf*ckin’ dumbass.”

Biting her lip, she stared up at him. How could she have ever thought of leaving him? This, him, them, finally at peace, had been worth waiting for; worth the pain, the tragedy, the seemingly unending heartache. He was worth everything.

Every single thing.

“Babe,” he whispered. “Can’t look at me like that and expect me to be keepin’ it reeled in.”

“Baby, don’t ever keep it reeled in,” she whispered back. “Not with me.”

Eva watched his pupils dilate, his nostrils flare, and couldn’t contain her body’s natural response. His ability to affect her instantaneously and so completely had always been true. From their first meeting, long before the sexual pull between them took root and never let go, she’d always been drawn to him, captivated by him.

She’d always been his.

She always would be his.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
“Dude,” Hawk whispered, poking Ripper in the arm with his fork. “You need to stop.”

Ripper glanced away from Danny and ZZ to glare at Hawk.

“Fuck you, you f*ckin’ hypocrite,” he said. “And f*ck off.”

He couldn’t wait to get the f*ck out of here. The only reason he was still here was because Dorothy had begged him to stay for breakfast. Which should have been quick and painless. Only he hadn’t counted on having to be seated at the opposite end of the table, directly across from ZZ and Danny, forced to watch the brother manhandle her.

She was a goddamn motherf*cking whore. Letting ZZ touch her after he’d f*cked her.

Hawk shrugged. “The boys know, brother. They been talkin’ all night about the way you two have been lookin’ at each other, guessin’ that it’s ’cause of Danny you took off. Only reason Z hasn’t figured it out is ’cause he’s always neck-deep in her.”

He didn’t give a f*ck who knew. He’d be out of here soon enough and if Deuce happened to find out somewhere down the line, f*ck it, he’d be more than happy to let the guy put him out of his misery.

“Gotta tell you, Ripper, no one’s happy ’bout you disrespectin’ Prez like that.”

“Oh yeah,” he shot back. “You’re one to talk, *.”

Hawk shook his head. “It ain’t the same, brother, and you know it.”

“Fuck you,” he growled. “She killed my motherf*ckin’ kid and you’re spoutin’ off about disrespect.”

Hawk’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Oh f*ck,” he breathed.

“Yeah,” Ripper spat. “So you can see—”

Hawk stabbed him with his fork. Again. “That ‘oh f*ck’ wasn’t for you, you f*ckin’ asshat. It was for Danny. Shit makes sense now. Her goin’ crazy the way she did. Nobody knew what the f*ck was wrong.”

Ripper’s mouth flatlined. “If she woulda told me, I woulda come home.”