Chapter 34
Salem
The perfect date for a witchy biker and an outlaw couldn’t be something normal like dinner and a movie. Not with Heresy and me. No, we needed something darker, something with a little edge and a lot of fire. We weren’t just any couple. We were trouble in leather jackets.
It started at dusk, with the two of us riding out of town on his Harley. I had no idea where he was taking me, but I didn’t care. I trusted him, and that was saying something, especially after everything we’d been through. My arms wrapped around his waist, my head resting against his back as the wind lashed through my hair. I felt free, alive, and even with the baby growing inside me, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.
We rode through the winding roads until we reached an open field, the sky above us painted in hues of purple and gold as the sun set. Heresy pulled the bike to a stop near an old oak tree, its twisted branches looking like something out of a gothic painting. The full moon was beginning to rise, casting a glow over the place, and I knew immediately that this was the perfect spot.
“This... is wonderful,” I breathed, sliding off the bike and looking around.
Heresy grinned, his hand finding mine as he led me to a small clearing with a stone fire pit. He had pulled out a blanket from his saddlebag, and laid it on the ground as we settled in. The cool night air wrapped around us, but the heat from the fire Heresy quickly built with his skillful hands kept us warm.
“How did you know I’d love this?” I asked, my fingers tracing his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin.
“I know you,” he said simply, looking at me like there was nothing else in the world he cared about.
I pulled out my tarot deck, something I hadn’t left behind. It was my connection to something deeper, something mystical, and I knew Heresy wasn’t entirely sold on it. But he respected it, and that mattered. “You want me to check in on us?” I teased, holding up the deck with a sly smile.
“After what happened with Cutter, I wouldn’t mind,” he said, his eyes flickering with concern. “Everything still good? You feelin’ okay?”
I hesitated, biting my lip. “I checked the cards this morning. They said I’m on the right path. But I know I need to go to the doctor for real, to make sure everything is actually okay with the pregnancy.”
Heresy nodded, his hand covering mine. “We’ll go tomorrow. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
I smiled at him, feeling a strange sense of peace. “I’d like that.”
We stayed there for hours, just talking under the stars. It was the kind of night that felt timeless, like nothing could touch us. But as perfect as it was, something shifted inside me. A sudden wave of nausea hit, and I leaned over, clutching my stomach.
“Salem?” Heresy’s voice was filled with concern as he kneeled beside me, his hand on my back.
I drew in a long breath, hoping to settle my stomach. “I think it’s just... morning sickness. Or night sickness, I guess.”
He chuckled, his worry melting away a little. “Should’ve figured this would happen on our first date.”
I managed a small smile. “Can’t take me anywhere, huh?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, pulling me into his arms.
The next day, true to his word, Heresy and I made an appointment to get me checked out. The doctor got me in right away, and I could see the worry in Heresy’s eyes as we sat in the waiting room. His hands never left mine, his thumb tracing small circles against my skin as we waited for the news.
The ultrasound was surreal, seeing that tiny little life growing inside of me. And when the doctor told us everything looked fine, the relief in Heresy’s eyes was enough to make my heart swell.
“Everything’s good,” I whispered, squeezing his hand.
He leaned down, kissing my forehead. “I told you, witch. We’re gonna be alright.”
That night, back at the Roost, everything felt different. The moment we walked in, all eyes were on us, but it wasn’t the judgmental stares I’d expected. Instead, Pixie and Raven came running over, throwing their arms around me.
“Congratulations, Mama,” Pixie grinned, her vibrant hair in my face as she hugged me tight.
“’Bout time you made up your mind,” Raven added, giving me a smirk as she clapped Heresy on the back.
Even Brat came up to me, her face softening for once. “You’re gonna be a great mom, Salem.”
And Heresy? He stood beside me, tall and proud, his arm around my waist as if he’d never let go. The Hell on Heelz had accepted him, accepted us. It was like the curse that had been hanging over us all this time had finally lifted.
The rest of the week passed in a blur. Heresy had work at the shop, fixing up bikes and running his business, and I had my own responsibilities with the Hell on Heelz.
Going forward, we didn’t see each other as much as I wanted, not during the week, but somehow, that made the time we did spend together even sweeter.
Once a week, like clockwork, Heresy took me out. He didn’t do flashy dinners or over-the-top gestures—that wasn’t his style. Instead, we’d hit up little dive bars outside town or ride out to quiet spots where we could talk under the stars. It was simple, but magical. Being with him felt easy, like we’d found a rhythm, an understanding between us that didn’t need words.
During the weekends, it was a different story. We bounced between the Roost and the Lair. The clubs might have had their differences in the past, but with the truce in place, it wasn’t unusual for the Heelz and the Slayers to share space these days.
At first, it was weird bringing Heresy into the Roost as my man, not just some Slayer at the bar. Some of my sisters eyed him like he didn’t belong. But he handled it with his usual cool, leaning against the bar like he owned the place, making small talk with Raven and Pixie. Hell, even Rage gave him a nod when he’d show up, which said a lot coming from her.
And when we weren’t at the Roost, I was with him at the Lair. The Slayer’s clubhouse was a completely different vibe, darker, more dangerous, but there was something about it that made me feel alive. It didn’t hurt that Heresy always made sure I felt safe, keeping a protective arm around me, his eyes always watching for any sign of trouble.
We started staying over at each other’s places on the weekends right away. His apartment above the shop wasn’t fancy, but it was ours—our little escape from the chaos of club life.
I’d wake up to the sound of his bike rumbling downstairs. Early in the morning, he would already be working, grease on his hands, focused on some project. I’d go down and watch him from the window in his office, and something about the sight of him, working hard, made me smile.
At my place, it was different. The Roost was always buzzing with activity, but when the lights dimmed and the clubhouse grew quiet, we’d sneak away to my cabin, finding solace in each other’s arms. Every weekend, falling asleep next to him felt like the only place I was meant to be.
But it wasn't a walk in the park. Juggling our clubs and my pregnancy, I wondered if we could actually make this happen. But every time I started to doubt, Heresy would pull me close, whispering in my ear that we’d figure it out.
And somehow, I believed him.
I grew more than used to waking up in his bed or him in mine. We hadn’t talked much about the future yet—not about the baby or how we’d handle the clubs or what it meant for us to be together once the baby was born.
But soon all that changed.