“You never talk about yours. Why is that?” I ask, really looking at him. He’s never told me anything about his family. Not one thing. I don’t think it’s something secretive, but I do feel like there’s something dark there. Call it a gut feeling, but it’s never led me astray.
Cowboy stops where we are and rubs his thumb over the top of my hand, “‘Cause . . . not all families are as tight knit as yours. I have two brothers, but instead of following Rage’s orders and turning a new leaf for the Demons, joining the Iron Vex . . . they decided to split from the club. They’re not like me, Tala. My brothers are dangerous.”
“You’re dangerous too, you know.” I remind him, “But that doesn’t scare me.”
Cowboy stares directly into my eyes and shakes his head slowly. “No, they’re not . . . Tala, they’d snap your neck for the hell of it. Being with your dad’s club when there wasn’t any rules was exactly what they wanted. No one who gave a damn who you hurt, what you did, or who you pissed off. I don’t talk about my family ‘cause I don’t wanna talk about them. They never brought joy into my life, and the people who do are the ones I live with.” He comes closer to me, releases my hand, and brushes the back of his knuckles against my cheek. “You and Destiny are my entire world. You both have been since you were pregnant with her. I love you both so fuckin’ much, Tala. And I’m not gonna lose either of you. I want everyone to know how much I care about you both, how you both belong to me, and there isn’t any other way I can do it except this.”
Cowboy presses his lips to my forehead before dropping down on one knee. He digs a hand into his pocket and pulls out a box. As he opens it, a light shines down on a diamond ring. I have a hard time believing what’s happening right now. Good god. Can this really be happening?
“I told you I was in this for the long haul, Tala, and God I fuckin’ mean it. I’m yours, baby. Here I am, committing the rest of my fuckin’ life to you, ‘cause I’m not gonna lose more time with you. So, fuck, will you do me the honor of bein’ my wife?”
I don’t know when I put my hands up over my mouth, but as they shake I realize I’m in shock. This is really happening. I think someone needs to pinch me right now.
“This is why you took me out tonight?” I ask with widened eyes, staring at the white gold ring in the princess cut with a row of smaller diamonds around it.
“Fuck, Tala. What does it matter? Answer my question. I’m sweatin’ my damn balls off over here.” He laughs with nervousness evident in his voice.
I drop down on my knees in front of him, wrap my arms around his neck, and bring my lips against his. I kiss him feverishly, needing to show him how much I fucking care about him. I take my lips away for a second and nod my head, “Yes, yes, I’ll fucking marry you.”
Screaming sounds ring out from around us, causing me to almost piss myself. I turn my head around and quickly almost everyone from the club comes into view. Glancing back to Cowboy, I can’t hold back my smile.
There is something about this man that I adore, and I can’t quite put my finger on it, but part of me doesn’t want to. I only want to enjoy the surprises he’ll bring me for the rest of our lives.
Chapter Thirteen
Who was I before? I don’t want to remember, nor do I want to remember a time without you
~ Alicia N Green
Cowboy
It’s safe to say Tala is still in shock from what I managed to pull off the other day. She thought I was just takin’ her ass to a fancy dinner? Hell. She should’ve known better. Not once have I ever gotten my ass dressed up in a suit like that, but considering I was about to propose to her, I figured I needed to make it special. She deserved for it to be a special, elaborate thing. She might not have any biological family besides Joker and Destiny but, the club is her family even if she doesn’t admit it.
“Dude, did you see this shit?” Hoodrat’s sitting at a table with Chuckles, and I can’t help but walk over to see what all the fuss is about.
“Hmm. Interesting.” Chuckles nods, furrowing his brows.
“Somethin’ goin’ on boys?” I ask, taking a seat next to Chuckles.
“Yeah, looks like there’s a new club that came outta nowhere. The Beasts of Brutality MC. Gamble called Boss a few minutes ago and told her about them. Looks like they’re some of the leftover Demons of Hell. You recognize any of them?” Hoodrat hands his phone over to me and I swipe through the pictures, stopping as my eyes land on two men I thought went to the edge of the earth. My brothers—Pistol and Duke.
I nod, “Where they at?”
“Lewes, Delaware.” Hoodrat responds, surveying my reaction. “They’re trouble, aren’t they?” He asks the question but he isn’t dumb. Of course, they’re fucking trouble.
Delaware is far enough away from us that I’m hoping they won’t pose much of a problem, but that’ll only happen if we’re lucky. The thing about my brothers is that they never know when to stop. They were some of Rage’s sickest bastards. They loved to cause as much chaos as they could, not giving a damn about what they destroyed.
“They’re not our concern, yet. Boss said our main priority is dealin’ with the cult.” Chuckles speaks up, lookin’ to Hoodrat.
“We don’t even have any news about the cult as of yet. Everything ran dry,”
