Chapter 2
Savage
Iwhistle a jaunty tune as I head home to see my girls.
I fucking knew the club would eat up my idea, which is what I needed them to do.
I love my woman to distraction, but I fucking know nothing about being romantic and shit.
This way I know Marx will get on Rider’s ass and Rider will get all sassy on it and help organize something I could only dream about.
Yeah he’ll be a pain in the ass in the run up, but after seeing what he choreographed for Mama Debs last Christmas, I know he’s got this.
I stop abruptly when Cove steps into my path, Elio on one side, Jovie on the other. I look around to make sure it’s only the three of them. Three I can take, but you add in Judge’s Annie-Bella and Jax and then I’ve got a problem.
“Hey kids, what’s up?”
“We’ve had a meeting regarding Operation Love Heart, and we feel that there are some finer details we need to nail down,” Cove starts.
“Right. OK, what are these finer details?” I ask.
“The package we sold you was dinner and flowers. However you have asked for-” Jovie looks down at her notes, “music, candles, chocolates and a kitten with a ring on its collar.”
“While we can provide all those things, it’ll cost ya,” Cove finishes. She looks to Elio, nudging him.
“It’ll cost an extra $375,” he deadpans.
“What the fuck? I mean, fudge? How many candles and shit are you buying?”
“Savage, you have to understand that once the rest of the MC finds out what you’ve got planned, they’ll want in on it.
Meaning you lose the exclusivity of your surprise.
The extra cost is to cover the extras and we’ll sign a contract so when the rest of the men approach us you know that you have a one of a kind Valentine’s celebration.
” Cove smiles, handing over a fully typed, presigned contract with sticky notes indicating where I should sign on the dotted line.
My brow lifts as I read through the contract. It’s pretty fucking impressive. “OK, so the extra cost and this contract means no other fucker can steal my idea?”
“Exactly. They’ll get whatever they come up with, with a little flair from us, of course.” Cove nods, like the fucking business shark she is.
I don’t even think. I just sign it. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen?
I hand the papers back over to the kids, and watch them skedaddle past me, probably to find another victim.
Shrugging, I speed home, thumping up the steps and walking in through my unlocked front door.
There’s no real point in worrying about security when you live in a MC compound.
Not to mention there’s no club bunnies either so that adds another layer of safety.
My mind drifts back to when Nat and I first started dating.
It was all new for me. Why would I date when I had pussy on tap?
I had my favorite cut sluts and I kept them very busy.
Then one night there she was. Dancing at the Death Riders’ bar, long dark hair swaying, thick thighs rubbing in her tight jeans, a peek of soft belly on show when her top rode up, and fucking tits for days.
Yeah the body got me looking, but it was her face and those big, dark eyes that pulled me in.
I knew as soon as I laid eyes on her that she was going to be fucking dangerous, and she was.
She got something no woman had ever gotten from me before.
My heart. And she knew exactly how to play me because of it.
“Are you coming in or are you just gonna stand here looking goofy?” My Ol Lady asks, leaning on the open door, a smirk on her face.
“Just thinking about our early days.”
A grin grows on her face. “Oh, where you had to actually work to get into my pants?”
I snake an arm around her waist and pull her roughly into me, smacking a kiss on her plump lips. “Fuck me, did you make me work.”
“And you’re still working to this day.” Her fingers walk up my chest before booping my nose.
I nip at her finger while my hand drifts to the plump ass that only got plumper after having Rosie. I slip my hand down the back of her jeans, under her panties about to travel just a little lower before thumping footsteps come running through the house, Rosie launching herself at my legs.
“Dadda!”
Nat snorts, “Try again later, lover.” She kisses me and even licks at my bottom lip before she runs her hands through Rosie’s hair. “Dadda is home, baby!”
“Yay!” Rosie tries to jump and it kills me every time. I don’t know why toddlers can’t get any air between their little fat feet and the floor, but it’s cute as fuck.
I pick up my girl, making sure to launch her in the air so I can hear her giggles. “Come on baby. Let's go tell mommy what happened when Sasha came bursting into Church today,” I tell Rosie in a sing-song voice.
“Sasha?” Nat spins on her heel. “As in Roman’s Sasha?”
“Yeah, get this, he wanted Valentine’s advice.”
“Oh, this is gonna be goooood,” Nat cackles. “Give me all the deets, don’t miss anything because I’ll need to relay it to my girls.”
“As you wish, baby.”
Ana
“So, I did what you suggested.”
“I suggest a lot of things,” I tell my friend as I watch Jr chew the leg of the coffee table. “Do you think that’s normal?”
Sasha’s gaze lands on Jr before he snorts. “I’m not sure why you would think you’d have a normal child. His father is a Tombs.”
“Ha ha,” I throw back sarcastically. “Now, tell me about this amazing advice I gave you?”
“I went to the MC, crashed Church and asked them for help with Valentine’s Day.”
I stare at him in horror. I am pretty damn sure I have never once told him to do that. “What the hell? When did I give you that advice? Actually, screw that, what did they say?”
“Well, they were organising celebrations for their ah, um, my English isn’t so good. It’s my second language you know.” Sasha’s eyes dart out the window as he wriggles in his seat.
I narrow my gaze. “Sasha.”
“They’re planning a poker run? I don’t know what that is. But they welcomed me to bring Roman to the after event.”
“And why do you want to bring Roman?” I still have no idea what is going on.
The big blonde huffs out a breath. “I want to celebrate love with my husband. Our roles make it impossible to do that in any type of way outside of the privacy of our own home, and even then it’s behind closed doors so the staff don’t see.”
I soften a little. My best friend and his husband love each other to distraction, but I understand how they have to hide from the Bratva and the wider outside world. Very few people know that their close friendship is more a marriage.
“OK, Sash, what is your plan?”
Sasha perks up a little, “I would like to publicly court Roman, within the safety of the MC. You all know our status, but to be able to eat, drink and celebrate with people we trust would be freeing in a way we have never had before.”
“You could slow dance.”
Sasha jumps up, gun drawn as he blocks me from danger. That danger being Chewy popping up in my house and giving me enough of a fright for a little bit of pee to come out.
“Chewy! For shit’s sake, you almost made me shit myself!” I push Sasha out of the way, and shove him again to get him to sit down.
“I was just walking past and I heard your conversion. I think it’s a very romantic thing you are planning, Sasha. Especially trusting the MC when sometimes the MC doesn’t always trust Roman.”
“Roman likes to be mysterious. Trust me, he wants what’s best for the MC.”
Chewy stares at him for a long moment before shrugging. “I know. I do my research. Anyway, you should learn to dance. Or do whatever Bratva people do. What do you do?”
Sasha sits quietly for a moment, unmoving. His fingers tap on his thigh before he turns to look at Chewy. “I think I would like a tattoo. Something simple, pledging my life to my love. It shall be a vow.”
Chewy blinks once before snorting, “That sounds the very opposite of simple. That sounds very serious and if I was Mira I would say hideously romantic. I like that. Lovely will do it for you.” With that she leaves, bumping into the door jamb and then slamming the door behind her.
“She is a very unusual little woman.”
I stare at the spot Chewy just left. “Yep, she is. But now you have a plan. You just need to convince Roman of it.”
“Oh, don't you worry, I can be very convincing. One time I did this thing with my tongue-”
“Nope!” Gus spins in place after taking two steps into the living room.
He spins once more, scoops up our son to save our table leg, and then leaves again, grumbling about girl talk.
“OK, he's gone now, tell me everything.”