Havok: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (34 page)

W
hen we said
our vows to each other six months later, she looked so damn beautiful standing there in her dress. I always thought I was the hottest shit in the room, but after seeing her like that, I had to stop and wonder if I was handsome enough for
her
.

We brought her parents out for the wedding. Her dad went fucking nuts the first time he heard the news, but when he and I sat down for a man-to-man, and I told him about the new oil business I was goin' into, he warmed up to me real fast. Good guy, too. Gonna make a great grandad.

Hell, even Ryker and I settled up our differences and he came on out. I guess some ties are stronger than blood. Big Mikey came too. Those two were the closest I ever had to a family, until I met Holly.

We found out that the baby's gonna be a boy. Didn't fuckin' dare say so, but goddamn was I relieved to hear that. Me raise a little girl? Jesus. I'd have a fuckin' coronary every time she left the house.

Speaking of houses. I got us a real nice place out by the panhandle. Similar enough to Arizona to feel like home, but far enough away to let bygones be bygones. It was a real big place, up on a hill by itself, with iron bars like the devil's claws. I ain't gonna hurt another man as long as I live… if I can help it. But should the day ever come, that someone comes lookin' for me, god help me, I will light that fucker up the instant he steps onto my property. I would kill again, but only for my girl and my boy.

I used to think I was the smartest motherfucker in the room. And well, that hasn't changed a damn bit. These oil execs I've been dealing with are easy pickings. They ain't got the toughness I do. But Holly taught me somethin' I dunno if I'd ever have figured out on my own. To respect life and to rise above. In the club life, everybody is down in the shit and there ain't no such thing as rising out of it. But on the outside, the sky's a little bluer, the birds a little cheerier.

I want a good life for my son. Not like the bullshit I went through. He can ride a bike when he's 18, yeah, but he'll wear a helmet and leathers. Not a skull cap, either, but one of those goofy fuckin' full-head cop helmets. On second thought… fuck that. My boy can ride fast and hard, 'cause he'll have the smarts and the reflexes to stay safe out there. Like me.

And as for Holly… shit. She's gettin' so big I swear she's gonna pop any minute, though the doc says it won't be for another few months. I just can't get enough of her. Her smell, her taste, her beautiful personality. Hard to fuckin' believe it all started out in the Coppertail junkyard. Thought I was gonna score with some hard cash back there, but what I ended up with was beyond my wildest dreams.

I heard through the grapevine that shit calmed down between the Sons and the Reapers. For now. I know how it is. Shit'll flare up again, and then blow over again, and on, and on, and on. That's how it works. How it always has, and how it always will.

So now I've got the money, the success, the woman, the looks, and a kid on the way. Posted up in the biggest state in the Union, with the biggest cock in the union. I can't wait to see what the future holds, 'cause I know it's gonna be bright for me. I got everything I need right here surrounding me, and I ain't ever gonna let 'em go.

Not on my life.

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