Wild Child (47 page)

I was shocked as Veiko knelt beside the bed and took the box out of my hand. “Kima, will you marry me and be inside my heart and soul for the rest of our lives?”

I loved this man. I didn't want to go on living my life without him. But I wasn't going to make this easy for him. He had to make some promises first.

“I want to live on my grandparent’s farm. I want to have babies, dogs and horses. You need to figure out how we can live our life and the club fits into it. You need to believe me when I say I didn't sleep with another man. I won't be last all the time, Veiko. If you can promise me all of that, and stick to it, I'll marry you. If I'm always last I'll kick you to the curb! I swear you'll be out of my life forever. If we have a child, you won't be involved. Hopefully, I won't have to kill anybody else either but I will if I have to! You need to understand I am
not
the same Kima as I was before! Do you really think you can do all of that?"

V groaned and leaned in to kiss me, murmuring, “I promise you that and more, Babe.”

We kissed each other hungrily. V broke off the kiss and I felt him slip the ring on. I looked down at it. My family must have told him - it was the princess cut diamond ring I always swore I'd get someday from Sea Jewels.

I looked at Veiko with a hard glare. "I never want your mother near me again. I thought my parents were bad but that bitch is worse than both my parents, put together, drunk. She blamed me for the accident and Thrash marrying China! She kept calling me a whore and keeping us apart really hurt me.”

Veiko looked ashamed. "I know, babe. I was stupid for letting her run my life while I was injured. Thrash and me, we're done with her. But I do have a sister I'm close with. I'd like to see her if I can."

That I could understand because no one would keep me away from my siblings. "We're going to see my parents. I have a ring to show off and my daddy better have money for a wedding. I don't know when we'll have time to see your sister, though.”

“A wedding? As in a big one?” V didn't sound thrilled.

“I just want a small wedding. I don't like too many of my friends right now!”

V was looking intently at me, "Kima?"

I looked at him. This man I’d sworn to keep safe and loved far too much. "What now, V?"

He smiled that sexy smile. "I'll marry you babe and you'll have too many kids, horses, dogs, and whatever else you want. Just promise me one thing?”

I glared at him. "What?"

I saw his smile deepen. "Promise you won't ever shoot me."

I started to smile but stopped, I wasn't making that promise. Oh hell no! If V needed shooting, I'd shoot him in his ass, no doubt about it. "No can do. If you cheat on me, I'll shoot you!"

"Babe, I’m not a cheater. Get over here and let me hold you.”

"V, you said this wasn't a fairy tale and there wouldn't be a happy ending. Guess you were wrong, huh?”

He just kissed me again softly. "Yeah, I was wrong about that shit. Now you got me believing in fairy tales.”

Feeling V's body next to mine again was heavenly. He was right; our lives together had just begun again.

I swore we’d have lots of children. Twins! I hoped we have a few daughters to drive V crazy. And, I damn sure hoped my parents were ready for their wild child to get married. I wasn't going to stop being wild. Nor would I ever let any man control me or hurt me like Rabid had. But I had a good feeling about Veiko and me. I knew that we'd make it in this crazy thing called life!

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I sat back and reread what I had written.

Veiko would have a fit if he knew what I'd been writing. He had opened the door for me to finally rid myself of some demons I had. But was it enough? I'd write more tomorrow. Now I had to get myself dressed and go downstairs.

I didn't want to worry my friends. I wish I could tell them the whole damn story but Veiko wouldn't ever forgive me. He was trying to protect me from ever going to jail, I knew that. The police had never contacted me about Rabid and whatever the club had said I didn't know. I loved Veiko more than I ever had but I wish he would let me talk to him about Rabid. 

I copied what I wrote and sent it to the new email account I just had created. It would be my secret and nobody would ever see it. I trashed my first copy and cleaned the computer. Enough of this stressing out! I had a new thought for Veiko to think about. I was going to tell him I planned to start Bound to Hell MC for us old ladies! That ought to keep his bossy self out of my business for a while!

I thought of AJ flirting with Trace. We'd have to talk soon before she jumped into this lifestyle!  I wanted so much more for her. My children needed me, my friends needed me and of course Veiko Finn needed me!  As for my issues, I'd over come everything life tossed my way so far.

I'd fix myself.

I was Kima Regan Finn after all!

The End

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By Selene Chardou

C
illian knew how odd Gisela found it for him to be in her condo but he needed to get this shit off his chest. If everything went down the way he thought it would, he would need a good attorney. He’d have to convince her beforehand to represent him and that, in turn, made her an accessory to his future crime.

He hadn’t gone to law school like she had but he knew enough to know what he was doing was dangerous for the both of them. This was a seductive game of cat and mouse and he wanted her so badly, he would have her anyway he could get her, even if it was under the worst circumstances.

If he told her what was going on, he’d be in direct violation of Saints’ rules pertaining to club business. However, if he didn’t tell her and expected her to defend him after the fact, what if she refused?

He’d been to prison already—a small stint but he kept his head down, mouth shut and served his time all the same—and he had no desire to ever return. If everything went pear-shaped and he was left without an advocate, he’d be looking at a life sentence, one he knew for a fact he wouldn’t be able to do.

Cillian looked around her condo and noticed hardwood floors with liberally spread Persian carpets, understated, yet elegant, furniture, and a view to die for. There wasn’t much to see at the moment, except the twinkling of lights that barely illuminated the McMansions on this side of the lake, but in the daylight it would be amazing.

Beyond the lake were trees and the wind outside was blowing bitter and cold. Soon, there would be snow and he wasn’t looking forward to that. It was a bitch to ride on snowy roads and he’d have to rely on his truck to get him around unless it was official Club business. Even then it wasn’t safe to drive their motorcycles and better to load his in his Ford F-150.

He didn’t even have to turn around to know she’d walked back into the living room, but he did anyway. She was barefoot and wore silk pajamas. Her breasts were free; he could see her nipples harden as she avoided his gaze and grabbed an ashtray from the kitchen counter.

“Take your shoes off and sit down. Judging by your expression, it’s serious and this is gonna take a while.”

He took off his shitkickers and left them at the front door before he strolled to the wrap-around sofa. He sat beside her but made sure he kept his distance - the last thing he needed to do was spook her.

Her amber eyes looked into his as she grabbed a joint from her cigarette case and lit it. She took a drag before she handing it to him.

“When did you start smoking bud?” Cillian knew he didn’t have any room to judge her—he wasn’t known as “The Killer” for nothing—but something about her was different and it was the first time he’d noticed it up close and personal.

It wasn’t like they never saw one another. There were various functions each year that brought them into the same vicinity but, at the same time, neither went out of their way to talk. Gisela wasn’t the angry and loud type. She’d always been quiet, innocent, and so fucking beautiful. He felt like by touching her, he’d tarnished her somehow, because he wasn’t fit to breathe the same air as her. She was, without a doubt, an infinitely better person than he could ever hope to be.

It never stopped him from fucking her every chance he’d gotten when they were teenagers and he had to have every inch of her. He needed them to be connected in every way and they were, whether they wanted to admit it or not. They shared a child and, at one time, they’d been inseparable but that was like a lifetime ago.

“Don’t worry about my Chronic habit.” Her voice was feminine yet strong. “I don’t do anything harder and I’m not going about flashin’ my pussy to every available man, so mind your own fuckin’ business. I already have a father—I don’t need another.”

Cillian couldn’t help but smile as he dragged from the joint, holding the smoke in his lungs as long as possible before exhaling.

“I didn’t mean to raise your hackles, darlin’. You were another person when we were together—”

“Yeah that was long fuckin’ time ago,
Cillian
.” She smiled wryly as she purposely mispronounced his name. The first time they’d met, she stared at him as if he were the devil himself and wondered out loud, “You’re Cillian Cox? My dad would kill me if he knew you were offering me a ride into Pine Bluff.”

“My name’s pronounced Kill-e-an,” he’d told her. “It’s an old Irish name. I get shit from the teachers all day pronouncing it with a ‘C’ sound instead of a ‘K.’”

Those were fun times, innocent times, but certainly not the present. He handed her back the joint.

“Listen, I know you didn’t come here for sex because obviously you and Chiara did more than talk…what’s goin’ on?”

Cillian needed to do something with his hands. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his pack of Camels. After freeing one, he lit it with his Zippo and dragged hungrily. “Are you sure you want to know? I mean…I don’t even know why I’m tellin’ you …you could be disbarred.”

“Then don’t tell me.” Gisela stood; he reached out and grabbed her arm on sheer instinct.

Her skin was warm, soft, and she smelled so good, like vanilla and amber mixed together. Her scent was so palpable, he could smell it over the cigarette and marijuana smoke.

“Spit it out, Cillian. Is it Club business?”

He nodded as he exhaled smoke from his nostrils. “I gotta tell you somethin’ and I know you’re bound by attorney-client privilege—”

“The Club employs Jackson and Hughes but I’m
not
your attorney.” She dragged from her joint and sat back down. “What’s up?”

Cillian reached into his pocket and tossed her a roll of twenty one-hundred-dollar bills. “It’s all the cash I have on me.”

“Fine,
now
I’m your attorney and whatever you tell me falls under attorney-client privilege.” Gisela glared at him with annoyed amber eyes. “So, what the fuck is goin’ on?”

“Tomorrow night I’m gonna kill a man…and, eventually, his death will lead back to me. Promise me you’ll represent me in court.”

She dragged on her joint before putting it out in the ashtray and ran her hands through her hair. “You don’t have to do it—”

“Yeah, I do.” He took another drag on his cigarette before he stubbed it out in the same ashtray. “It’s the only way Dizzy will allow me to leave Brianna.”

The look on Gisela’s face was priceless as she met his eyes with her own, her face inquisitive. “You’re…leaving Brianna?”

“It’s no secret she’s the biggest Saint Slapper and she happens to be married to
me
, Gisela. I look
weak
with her at my side. She won’t get the kids but she
will
be leaving Northern Nevada. I’ll relocate her ass to Vegas or L.A.—wherever the fuck she wants to go as long as it’s not around here.”

For a moment, he thought he saw a look of relief in her eyes but it was short lived as she stood and began to pace. “Why are you telling me this if you want me to represent you? Is this some kind of emotional blackmail?”

“What?” Cillian watched her body as she continued to pace before she stopped and looked directly at him, her amber eyes tear filled.

“You know
exactly
what I’m talking about!” she exclaimed before she threw herself against the sofa. “I have to save you because I have no choice. You are our son’s father after all, even if we don’t have him. What kind of… parent…would I be if I allowed my own kid’s father to go to prison for the rest of his life?”