“Dios Mio. The poor sweetheart.” Amara gasps all of a sudden. “He has to marry that Fatima, right?”
I nod, “Yes, he does.”
I know this marriage is damming my brother, but I had a choice. I could choose to put him above my own needs, or I could’ve pushed the one thing I’ve wanted more than anything else away. The choice wasn’t easy, however it was one I had to make.
“How was your day?” I ask, changing the subject.
“It was good. I really enjoyed seeing my sister.”
“And your brothers?” I question with a chuckle.
“Ashton and Lyon are a riot, but Damon and I . . . we bump heads.” I see her expression immediately falter.
I take my hand and brush her stray hair back behind her ear. “Did something happen?”
“Nothing really. Damon’s just upset that I don’t want to go back to America.”
Did I just hear her right? Is she fucking with me right now? “What did you just say?” I’m unable to hold back my smile.
“I want to stay with you, Dante.”
“I hoped you’d say that.”
A smile breaks across her face. “There’s something else I need to talk to you about, and it’s quite serious. Before Damon left, he asked me something.”
“Okay, what is it?”
Amara slides off my lap and runs into the other room, then comes back with something in her hands. It appears to be wrapped in some sort of cardboard paper. “I can only guess what this is, but I think I know. Damon had talked to me about coming back to Las Vegas and resuming my position as VP for the club. When he found out I wasn’t going back, he left for a couple hours and came back.”
“Alright . . .” I mutter, not understanding where she’s going with all this.
“Dante, my brother asked me to be the president of the Chihuahua charter. He wants me to be the strength and the brains behind our first international charter. I told him I’d need to think on it.”
“Do you?” I question, cocking a brow.
“Huh?”
“Need to think about it. What do you want, mi reyna?”
“I want . . . I want to explore this life with you, but to experience what I’ve always known. I want this, Dante. I know I can do it, and I’m not trying to toot my own horn but . . . I think I can do a damn good job.”
“I know you can do a good job. What’re you waiting for? Open it.” I tell her, and she shreds apart the cardboard, pulling out a leather cut. It has her name, her officer title and the Reapers logo on the back stating she belongs to the Chihuahua charter.
Amara doesn’t know this, but I had Eduardo call Damon yesterday and catch up with him. They spoke about quite a bit, but one of the subjects was how Amara is enjoying Mexico. Eduardo put the bug in Damon’s ear about starting a charter here. I’m just glad the man took the bait. Not only will Amara be happy on multiple levels now, but this will only solidify the relationship between the Reapers MC and the Cartel.
Hopefully things will be calming down very soon, but who knows if they will. Only time will tell, but enemies are always lurking around every corner.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
I will choose you, even when you make me mad. My love for you won’t fade simply because we are angry. I know we will fight, we will be frustrated, we will be human. Still, I will go to battle for you. Still, I will choose you. I will choose you, and I will keep choosing you every day.
~ Unknown
Dante
Two Weeks Later . . .
“Well, what do you think?” I ask Amara, who’s walking around what she doesn’t know is hers already.
She comes to a complete stop and turns her head to look at me. “I still don’t like the idea of you or your family paying for this. Zane won’t like it. Never in the Reapers history has someone else paid for the construction of a club, Dante.”
“Mmm, you’re right. Though, you’re also wrong. In this vast history have any of their members ever married the son of a Cartel member?” We both already know the answer, and thus she’ll back off.
“Don’t be an asshole. This isn’t how things are done and you know it.” She huffs, walking further across the newly poured concrete floors. I saw this property become available the night Damon asked her to be the president of this new charter. It was perfect, and so I purchased it right under her nose. They didn’t even have walls or concrete poured so I paid some local construction companies very well to come in here and start the process. The electrical isn’t in, and some of the plumbing isn’t sorted . . . but this is a very good start. It’ll give Amara the opportunity to decide what she wants to do with it.
“Answer my question. Do you like the location?”
“It’s massive,” She murmurs in response. I informed her the club has well over ten acres. It’s just off Interstate 16 but is tucked back a couple miles so they’ll have some sense of privacy. She doesn’t know it yet, but I will get a ten-foot-tall chain link fence around the compound. Only the best for mi reyna.
“Plenty of room to grow, no?” I retort.
“You still have yet to tell me about other clubs in the area. Is there a reason for that?” She’s right. I haven’t told her about the local clubs because they won’t be an issue. Once they find out my soon to be wife is
