Chapter 11
Cage – A Month Later
I lean against my bike and sigh as I try to form a plan as I wait for my girl to finish up a class and I chew my bottom lip.
I want her on the back of my bike and even though I don’t know where my place within the club will be, I have the urge to claim her.
She’s mine, the past five weeks have cemented that, fuck the first five days had. After I watched her dance and I saw her passion and pride during the show, the love she held for her students? I was a goner.
I take a deep breath. I want to show Drew what she really means to me and most importantly, I want her because having her trust means everything to me.
I'm determined to come up with a plan that can't fail—this matters too much.
I want her on the back of my bike, but if I know my girl, she’ll refuse.
She’s scared of falling off, and I get it, I do, but I need her to put her trust in me as I have with her.
Since meeting Drew, I haven’t thought about doing a line, or about starting a fight.
For the first time in nearly eight years, I have spoken about my little sister with a smile and not with guilt, and my girl is the reason for that.
She’s brought the old me out little by little, the me I lost after losing Angie.
I’m in love with her, that much is a given. Even though I’m scared that I can’t protect her like I couldn’t protect Angie, I want to claim her.
I sigh as I cross my arms over my chest. Several moms walk out of the dance studio, most of them looking my way despite knowing I’m with their child’s teacher, but I ignore them like I always do.
Maybe I could get Joel to convince her tonight. Well, if her sister is on her best behavior, fuck, maybe tonight isn’t the best night to convince her because my girl will withdraw into herself until I can kiss her back to me.
And here comes the deep disappointment...
Five weeks and Elizabeth has tried to corner me every chance she gets, especially after family get-togethers, which happen twice a week. Every time that fucker Drake is there, his eyes are always on my girl.
The whole time we’re at dinner, I’m always tense. I can’t exactly ask my girl to stop a routine she’s been used to for years just because her sister can’t keep her mouth shut. I can’t not go because Joel insists I be there, otherwise he’ll hunt me down.
“Hi, Mr. Cage!” Annabell calls, the sweet four-year-old who always latches onto me right after her mother whispers in her ear. I give the girl a salute before looking back at the glass door, knowing Drew will follow in a second.
“How are you doing, Cage?” Sage, Annabell's mom, asks with a husk, and I really do try not to, but I roll my eyes as I look her way.
She’s biting her bottom lip while twirling her bottle blonde hair in her fingers, trying to look seductive. She looks more like a fucking clow with the amount of makeup caked on her face.
“Good,” I grunt and look back at the door, hoping she’ll get the fucking hint, but fat chance for me.
“Annabell wanted to invite you for burgers tonight,” she says, and I swear it takes everything in me not to slice her fucking throat.
Women like her instantly remind me of Toya, and the fact that she’s using her own kid…
I shake my head and look at her and call her out, “Please, tell me you are not using your daughter, a kid my girl teaches, as a way to get a date with me?”
She looks to where Annabell is talking to another girl, then back at me and clears her throat, “I’m not using her, we just thought you’d like to come to dinner.”
“Oh, with my girl as well then?” I confirm already knowing the answer is a fuck no, and she flinches.
I scoff, “Thought so,” I curl my lip at her, “Have some self-respect and stop trying to go after a man that is already taken by your daughter's teacher. Unless you want me to have words with Drew about how uncomfortable you make me feel, and then she’ll have no choice but to request Annabell’s father bring her in? ”
Her brown eyes widen, a little bit of fear hinting in them but also rage.
Before she can spew some crap that would most likely get her daughter kicked out of my girl’s classes, Drew voice washes over me as she asks, “Is everything okay, Sage?” and the woman tenses further while I just raise a brow as my girl moves around her and into my side where I’ve lifted my arm.
“She was just inviting me for dinner,” I say tensely, not willing to lie to my girl, and Sage completely freezes.
“Is that so?” Drew murmurs as she looks up at me and gently rubs her finger along my brow causing me to relax like always, and Sage gulps before she lies, “Uh, you as well, Ms. Taylor.”
Drew hums, not believing her one bit, but my girl being my girl just says, “Well, unfortunately, we’re having dinner with my folks, we do it twice a week, but thank you for the invite anyhow.” as she looks at the woman.
“You, uh, I mean, you both have dinner with your parents?” she stupidly asks, and I snort as Drew confirms, “Yes, we do, which we’re going to be late to if we don’t make a move, I’ll see Annabell and Cecil next week.”
Sage’s mouth drops open hearing her ex’s name, Drew’s insinuation perfectly clear.
I try not to openly laugh as my girl waves to the kids, who all wave back as I tighten my hold over her shoulders.
I guide her down the road towards Dante’s, it’s only when we’re across the street that I take notice of her attire.
Leggings and my shirt…
Fuck me, she looks edible and oh so fucking mine.
Did I give her one of my shirts yesterday because I hate her wearing her dad's? Fuck yes! Does it make me a possessive alpha hole? Also, yes, but do I care? Not one bit.
This girl is mine.
“I think you should only wear my shirts,” I murmur, and she looks up, and I grin, seeing the awe in her beautiful dark blue eyes.
I swear the more time I spend with this girl, the harder I fucking fall.
The day she tattooed a butterfly next to Angie’s name as I openly spoke about her, is probably when I realized I was in love with her.
I also got Mads, the owner of the tattoo shop to tattoo Drew's name over my heart two days later despite that bitch behind the receptionist desk, whose name I haven’t been fucked to learn, complaining.
Every time my girl comes in she has a scowl. Drew being Drew, just ignores her.
“I want you on the back of my bike later,” I say, not taking my eyes off her, not able to keep it in.
“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 years after being 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.”
Drew's cheek heat and I chuckle while Joel sighs, “Tuesdays and Saturdays, Elizabeth, those are your new meal dates.”
“What?” she screeches with rage, but Joel ignores her and a shocked Drake, who still hasn’t got over my girl calling him out in front of everyone, and he looks at me and confirms, “So you’ve finally admitted that you love her?”
I chuckle as Drew leans into me with a contented sigh. I pick up my water with my other hand while I keep playing with my girl’s hair.
“I did,” and Joel beams before he says, “I’m calling your dad, we have bets to make for when the wedding is.”
I don’t deny his words.
Marrying Drew? Fuck yeah, I can see it now, I just hope she wouldn’t mind her sister not being there.
My stomach sinks a little as the club comes to mind, and I clear my throat as I take another sip of my drink.
If I marry Drew, then I’ll probably have to let my family down because I can’t keep her safe at the club.