Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Dad—”
“All the love in the world for you, Dom, but you need to own up to your mistakes. Just like Gabby is trying to do with hers.”
After saying that, I walk away. I hope like hell Dom wakes up and listens. I think he might, but I also think he’s never fully going to accept blame for his own actions. That’s hard for me—as his father—to admit. I need to start making some decisions about the club and the future of the Savage Brothers in general.
Today is not that day. Right now, I’m going to find my woman and let her love my worries away for the night. There’s only one woman in the world who can do that, and I’m the lucky son of a bitch that is married to her.
Thank God.
Chapter 32
King
“Gabby!” I yell as soon as I open the door. I got on my bike and drove straight here. I’m still fucking mad, I’m hungry, and all around in a bad mood. I’d like to spend the rest of the week beating the shit out of Dominic West. I thought about it, but doing so would hurt Nicole—a woman I’ve come to care for. I’m also pretty sure Dragon wouldn’t let me beat his son to a fucking pulp—which is what I would do. T would probably get pissy about it, too. I’m not sure where T’s head is, but I got the sense his head wasn’t as far up his ass as Dom. So, I could deal with him eventually, but that little fucker Dom, I don’t care if I ever see him again.
“You’re back early,” Gabby calls out from another room. I’ve barely made it a few steps into the room when she enters. She’s got her curly, thick blonde hair pulled up on top of her head. Her yellow tee has a V-neck, and it’s curved tight over her fuller breasts and maybe even tighter against her belly that shows she’s going to be a mom any day now. Her shorts are stretchy and baggy, but short, barely covering her ass. There’s not a stitch of makeup on her face and it’s clear she didn’t give a fuck about her appearance today. Still, looking at her, my dick goes hard. My gaze rakes over her and my temper begins to calm. I keep watching her and when she looks up at me, I notice there is some paint on her hand and just a small drop of yellow on her cheek. That’s when everything in me settles as I realize I’ve never—not ever—seen a more beautiful woman in my life.
“Are you okay?”
“We’re moving to Denver,” I deadpan and breath free for the first time since leaving Dragon’s backyard.
“It didn’t go well,” she murmurs, her lips pursed.
“It went fine with Dragon, Nicole, Kayden, and her old man,” I give her.
“Right,” she sighs.
“T and Lyla are working through it. I sense it will be fine,” I add, hoping to get her past the pain I see in her eyes.
“I warned you,” she whispers.
I walk to her, pulling her in my arms and cupping the side of her neck. I stretch my thumb out to rub against the yellow dot marring her cheek. “You painting, Sunshine?”
“I wanted to go a shade brighter in our bedroom. It was too dark.”
Our bedroom. Yeah, I am breathing free.
“I’ve been gone all day, Gabby,” I murmur, my face close to hers, telling her something that she already knows.
“Yeah,” she breathes.
“See I need to educate my biker babe,” I say with a sigh, trying to hide my grin.
“You do?” she questions, her forehead crinkling adorably.
“If I’ve been gone an hour, four hours, or days, when I get back, my biker babe gives me her mouth.”
“Is that in the official rulebook?”
“No. The official rule is even if I step out to take a piss off the porch, when I get back you give me your mouth.”
“Do you take a piss off the porch often?” she asks.
“Only when the mood hits me,” I semi-lie.
“Make sure our next rental together is in an unpopulated area so other women can’t see what my man’s packing just got written on my future to-do list,” she mutters.
“Not sure Denver has a lot of unpopulated areas, sweetheart.”
“We’ll have to find one, because I don’t want any woman but me seeing your junk. You gave it to me and well, it’s mine now,” she rattles, picking imaginary lint off my tee.
“That it is.”
“I mean … What did you say?” she asks, sounding surprised.
“You’re right. Well, not completely, because the truth is all of me belongs to you and you alone. Though, baby, it’s my cock. He’s kind of put out that you called him junk.”
“He communicated that to you?” she asks, trying to suppress her giggle, but not quite pulling it off.