Warrant (Righteous Outlaws #1) (18 page)

I
t had been
a long couple of months. Dad’s trial was all over the television, internet and newspapers. Mom was always there, supporting him, sitting behind him in the court room. I couldn’t go. I finally knew what it felt like to not be able to look someone in the eye. To not want to be in the same room as them. I had pangs of guilt, not being there. He was my father after all and had always given me the best of everything. But it was all a lie. I lived a life of luxury built on lies and deceit, and I was having a hard time feeling anything for him but disdain.

He was given twenty years behind bars, but I guess that was better than the life sentence they were dangling over his head. I hadn’t seen him since the day he caught Cash and I. If it were my choice, I’d go another twenty years without seeing him again. But, Cash insisted I needed closure. Told me that I needed to shut the door on the past in order to move forward and, until I spoke with my dad, I’d still have one foot behind me.

So, I sat at the table in the penitentiary, waiting for Dad to be let in. The door opened, and I sucked in a jagged breath. I was so angry, so pissed off at him, that I didn’t think seeing him would affect me. But, as he came closer, I could see the new lines around his eyes, and the grays growing in along his temples. I stood as he approached. The orange jumpsuit was a far cry from the tailored suits and expensive polo shirts I was used to.

“Aubree, it’s so good to see you,” he said with tears in his eyes.

“I’m not here to talk niceties. I just want to know why?”

He linked his fingers together, and rested his head against his hands. “Why does anybody do anything?” He leaned back, his lips pointing downward, revealing more lines in his face. After a few moments, he leaned his elbows on the table and offered me a half-hearted smile. “I built a life that you, your mother and brother were accustomed to. I worked my ass off to provide everything I could. I made a few bad investments, and I tried to fix it. What can I say? It backfired. But, everything I did I did it for you and your mother and your brother.”

“No!” I growled. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to put the blame on us. You fucked up. That’s on you.”

He turned his face into his hands. “I know.”

“Do you? Because you don’t seem like you do.”

“I do.”

“Was it worth it? Because you lost everything anyway. If you went about it differently, it might have just been a bump in the road instead of a dead end.”

“If I could go back and change things, I would. You need to believe that.”

“I don’t know if I can believe anything that comes out of your mouth. Maybe, in time, but it’s too soon.”

“I want you to know I’m sorry.”

I flipped my watch and checked the time. I had been here long enough. I came. I saw. I spoke. I was done. “I’ll take care of Mom,” I said, standing from the chair.

Realization dawned on Dad’s face. “I don’t want your dirty money,” he seethed.

“Why? It’s no dirtier than yours was.” I stared at him for a long moment. “You might not care, but I’m happy, Dad. For the first time in my life, I’m truly happy. Cash might not be the guy you would have handpicked for me, but that shouldn’t matter. All that should matter is that I’m happy.” I shrugged and forced a smile, trying to hold back the stupid tears that were pricking my eyes. “And I shouldn’t care what you think, but, despite everything, you’re my father and I still love you.”

I stormed away from the table, needing to get out of there. Needing to get as far away from him as I could, when I he called after me. I turned, looking back to him.

“I love you too, Aubree. More than you’ll ever know. And I am happy that you’re happy. Whether you want to believe me or not, it’s all I ever wanted. I just hope he can keep you safe.”

“He will,” I said, with a hundred percent certainty.

“I hope you’re right.” He stood up, and an officer came over to him to escort him out. “Will I see you again?” he asked before being taken from the room.

From the minute I found out the truth, I never wanted to see him again. I wanted to cut ties completely. I chose Cash. But now, looking into his aging eyes, seeing the pain and agony deeply embedded within, I felt a shift.

People made mistakes; it’s what made us all human. And maybe some were worse than others, but why shut the door when you could keep it slightly ajar. I offered him the only thing I could. A smile. “We’ll see,” I said, and watched him be taken away, but this time I didn’t cry.

I headed outside to the parking lot, and spotted Cash where I left him. He was like a model for Biker GQ, with his long blonde hair tied back and his piercing green eyes shining bright. I couldn’t believe that he was mine, and I was his.

If someone would have told me a year ago that I would be a biker’s old lady, I would have laughed in their faces. Now, I couldn’t imagine any other life for me.

He got off the bike and came to me, taking my face in his hands. He kissed my forehead, and I relished in the softness of his lips, loving the contrast of his exterior. “How’d it go?” he asked, concern in the flat line of his mouth.

“You were right. I needed that. But, now, I’m ready to move forward. With you.”

“That’s my Sunshine,” he said and we walked back to the bike, hand in hand. When we got there he placed my helmet on my head and secured the strap like he always did. Then, he handed me my own leather jacket.

I pulled it on, and hopped on the back of the bike, wrapping my arms around my biker boy. “I love you,” I said against his ear.

“I love you too,” he said, before revving the engine and driving off to our future.

F
riday nights looked
like they were about to become a thing at our house. Aubree insisted on inviting the entire club over for a big dinner to celebrate the start of the weekend, and her new business venture. She was a proud owner of a small boutique on Main Street. I think my dad would have been proud to see his life insurance being put to good use.

Martha, Aubree’s cook from childhood who apparently was also Stumpy’s aunt, had spent hours in the kitchen preparing the feast. Aubree might have lost her dad to the state prison, but she also gained an entire family. Every person in this room would fight for her… or die trying.

Aubree raised her wine glass and stood up. “I want to thank everyone for coming. For helping me get the boutique up and running while dealing with me for the past couple of months. I know I was a bit of a pain.”

“You said it,” Miles mumbled, and we all laughed.

She wasn’t a pain, she just wanted everything to be done right, and it was one of the many things I loved about her, but I still laughed. I’d seen this man endure torture, but the indecisiveness of a woman nearly drove him insane. He must’ve repainted the same wall for her six times. I paid him in Jack, and took on a few of his oil changes.

“I heard that, Miles,” Aubree quipped, and all the guys chuckled. “Anyway. I also want to thank all of you for accepting me. I’ve never felt more at home than I do now. So, thank you. Cheers,” she said, holding up her glass.

Everyone added their cheers and knocked glasses. I pulled Aubree back down onto my lap, and pressed my mouth to hers. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and smiled against my lips. “Most of all,” she said. “I want to thank you for being my rock these last few months. I couldn’t have got through them without you.”

I didn’t say anything with words. I didn’t have to. She stared into my eyes, and could read everything I was feeling.

“I love you, too,” she said, giving me a chaste kiss. I tightened my hold on her waist and hugged her to me. Over her shoulder, I could see Sienna and Kade, sitting closely and whispering in each other’s ears. We all had a lot to drink, but I wondered what the hell Kade was doing. Nick was only a few feet away at the table. Luckily, his back was to them, but I didn’t know for how long.

I kept my eye on Nick, while running my hands up and down Aubree’s arm.

“Nature calls,” Nick said, and stood up. My eyes darted back to the couch, but Kade and Sienna were already gone.

I let out a sigh of relief, and Aubree turned in my lap, causing my cock to throb with need. I couldn’t wait for the house to clear out, so I could make love to my girl.

“You okay?” she asked.

I took her face in my hands and smiled. “Yeah, Sunshine, couldn’t be better.”

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avannah Rylan is
an erotic romance writer that spends most of her time writing and reading with her cat, Gris. When not penning the next great American novel, (HA), you can find her on the beach with a drink in her hand or at the gym testing out some strange new position. Yoga, obviously. She lives in Southern California with her husband and Gris, the true love of her life.