Trusting Nicole (The Last Hangman MC #4)(50)

“Do they know you think of them that way?” I chuckle.

“More or less.” She shrugs.

“I don’t know how to be happy or how to live a normal life. I’ve never had that, not even with Jenny. In appearances we were happy but we weren’t a happy couple. Once she realized I wasn’t going to be home every single night, she changed, there was no affection, no love, no sex. We barely talked and when we did it would only be to fight.”

“Who said I wanted a normal life? Normal is boring. Our lives might be f*cked up and with too much drama, but it makes it exciting. You know, living on the edge or something. I don’t see myself living in a nice house with 2.5 kids, a dog and all that shit. That’s not something I’ve ever wanted. I was raised around bikers; do you really think they were babying me? They were constantly fighting, drinking and doing drugs around me. Did that ever make me think any less of them? No. Did it impact my life in any way? Sure, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. I love my life the way it is. Slightly less of the whole bad guys trying to kill us thing would be nice but that’s just details. So stop being stubborn and grow some balls.”

“What would I do without you?” I sigh as I get up, wrapping her in my arms.

“You’re going to have to toughen up if you are going to be a part of the Last Hangman.” She chuckles, teasing me.

“Fuck off. Gabe and Aleck are worse than me.”

“That’s true. I almost made Gabe cry earlier.” She grins, proud of herself.

“What happened?” I chuckle.

“Told him I loved him and how thankful and happy I was that he’s my big brother.” She beams.

“That’s nice. Bet he’s not used to it.” I smile.

“We don’t really say how we feel, we show it. Usually a hug means as much as telling each other how much we love the other. We know we do, but saying it once in a while is always nice.” She shrugs.

“So true. How did it go at the bar by the way?” I ask as I move us to the couch and lay down with her on top of me.

“Not good. They trashed the place overnight. Everything is ruined. No one was injured so that’s good but Viv and Gabe are f*cking fuming.”

“Understandable. We’ll stop them. I don’t know how, but we’ll put an end to this.”

“I hope you’re right.” She sighs, tracing random patterns over my chest.

“The cops are going to arrest me sooner or later for what I did.”

“I don’t think so.”

“I killed one of them and have been impersonating one for years.” I stroke her hair.

“Yes, but they know you have Russian mafia and MC protection. They won’t dare touch a hair on your head.” She chuckles. “This is f*cking brilliant. No matter what, they can’t touch you or there’ll be retaliation, there’s no way the cops can compete with the mafia and three MCs combined.” She smirks.

“And I thought I was evil.” I can’t help but chuckle.

“I might not be active in the MC lifestyle, but I spent a lot of years of listening to them plotting various attacks.”

“How would you go about getting the Disciples then?” I don’t know why I ask her this, but maybe her outside perspective will shed new light on the topic.

“Well, they want the two of us and the territory for whatever reason. The best plan would be to do what you did for the Kings and blow up their place but since they keep moving around that’s not possible. If they take either of us, like with Viv, we keep our phones on so the guys can track us and send rescue, but that’s wishful thinking. I’m guessing they are going to mainly target either you or me and use us to get whatever it is they want, besides us dead, You should warn Sergei about all of this, get him involved in any way possible. There’s not that many places the Disciples can hide anyway. If I were the one taken, I’d stall them and make them wait to get what they want whilst buying myself some time. They are going to want precious information that apparently only we know. If all this is just for revenge they are f*cking weird for doing it this way. I’d just blow up the whole place and be done with it, claim it as my own.”

“You have one twisted mind.” I chuckle.

“You love it.”

“That I do.” I smile and kiss her deeply, hoping none of the things she said will come true.



The Next Day

I wake up with a weight on my chest. I open my eyes and look around. We’re still in her living room and she’s still sprawled on top of me. Well, that explains the weight. I smile as I watch her cuddle into my chest as she slowly wakes up. I caress her back softly, making sure I grab her ass every time my hand wanders that way.

“Seriously?” She groans, making me chuckle.

“Couldn’t resist, Kitten.”

“I noticed.” She smiles and kisses me softly. “How do you feel?”

“Better than last night, you?”

“I’m alright. Happy to see another day and start it with waking up in your arms.”

“Best way to wake up.” I kiss her deeply and roll us over.

“Do we have time?” She bites her lip sensually, making my dick jump straight to attention.

“We’ll make time.” I smile and help her out of her shirt. I rise onto my knees between her legs, admiring her beautiful body. Her skin looks so smooth and pale compared to my battered and tanned skin. Her perfect, unmarked body. Her sweet curves. It’s all mine. My hands run down her sides and I hook my thumbs in the band of her boy shorts before moving them down her legs. I spread them wide and I look up at her smirking as she squirms underneath my gaze.