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Not Your Romeo
Ziggy
I always said there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my kids. Man, I really didn’t know just how deep that sentiment was, until I agreed to marry into the mob, in exchange for their lives and freedom. I stood next to Sean Morgan, the head of the Double Nickel Gang, and watched my daughter, Sammy, ride off on the back of Menace’s bike.
Menace. If his mother hadn’t picked a name that suited that bastard, the day she’d started calling him that. He dropped an assassin for the mob on accident. Now I was paying for it. Who knows, maybe it was my sin to pay for? I was president of the Dirty Savages MC, after all. I should have shut that boy down a long time ago.
Truth be told, I’d have let Sean kill him, if Sammy hadn’t been blubbering on about him being the love of her life. I’d already told his brother, Henny, as much, less than forty-eight hours ago. It had created quite the stir of emotions in Henny, who was also my vice president. We’d been close for years and had ridden together ever since he was old enough to join. His pleas hadn’t been enough to earn Menace a pardon from me.
But Sammy…
She was the only daughter I had left, and she’d been through so much this year already.
I just couldn’t understand why Sean wanted to sentence some poor girl to suffer a life with me because of all this bullshit.
I could hardly keep my thoughts from bouncing between the marriage I’d agreed to, and my daughter’s safety as the bike rumbled and topped the hill carrying her away from the madness and any safety that I could offer her beyond Sean’s deal.
Jesus Christ.
That was my daughter– My daughter riding bitch to a man on the run for two bodies and a fucking jail break. The boy's future only held two options.
Life in a cell, or death at the point of apprehension. The fucker had already made his choice between the two.
We all knew it.
Everyone but Sammy’s lovestruck ass could see it written in the stars.
Damn it, I wanted to drag him back and kick his ass all over again. How dare he make my daughter ride off to watch the man she loves die by the gun! He knew damn good and well by this point, that she’s more like me than any son I got.
“It won’t surprise me none if she tries to fight her way out or die alongside him when they end up cornered. Shit!” I cursed, shaking my head and regretting my decision already. “God knows, she’s comfortable around weapons, too.”
Sean looked utterly impressed, I could tell he was head over heels with Sammy, even if I was really trying not to think about it. My knuckles still hurt from beating on Menace when he’d agreed to the notion that Sammy would be Sean’s once this was all over.
Like my daughter was some prize to be passed around!
“Truly? You taught her to shoot?” he excitedly asked.
“No. The U.S. Military did before they named her a sergeant of the Marine Corp.” I grunted.
“Jesus,” Sean exclaimed, his smile widening. “Well, you have my word. You won’t find that steep of problems from the lass that I’m entrusting you with, Wyatt. She’s a college lass, as I said. Indulged, perhaps. A little mouthy at times, but nothing that can’t be dusted off of her. She’s young–”
“You’ve said.” I grunted, before squinting as the last part of what he said caught up with me, “Did you just advise me to–?”
“Make an honest woman, mother and wife out of her by any means necessary.” Sean spoke plainly, before flipping his hand in a passive gesture. “Come, get in the car, before we end up having to get a bullet dug out of your arse before mass.”
He waved his weapon toward the car in the driveway, and I closed my eyes, sighed, and marched toward my second funeral.
College.
I held my chin in my hand and stared out the window as the car travelled along the various highways between Mt. Vernon and Belleville. At least we were heading closer to home, instead of further from it. The club would only be a couple of thirty minutes away, I told myself as I stared at the cathedral we parked in front of.
“You want me to be married like this?” I looked down at my leather vest and ripped up jeans.
Sean smiled and studied my boots before raising his gaze and nodding.
“She’ll love it. You know how college girls are, they love a bad boy, am I right?”
I couldn’t stop my face from skewering into a squint.
“Fuck me,” I huffed, throwing the door open.
His laughter chased me out of the car, and up the first few steps.
Bad boy…
I was forty fucking years old with four grown children.
I caught myself shaking my head in the reflection of the church door and fixed my face, before yanking the door open and glancing back at Sean like it was a cordial move.
I didn’t have much of a choice, he was still holding my youngest son, Sauce, captive somewhere.