I’m sitting beside my mom, and Tyson is talking to his brother and Kid on the other side of the room.
Georgina comes walking out of her room here at the club with Tilly behind her. My eyes go to Georgina who has a huge dick drawn on her face and clown makeup on.
Tilly looks like she’s holding back laughter.
When Georgina walks up to Tyson with a suggestive smile, he looks at her in horror.
I watch as Krista walks into the room with her men at her back smiling mischievously.
Georgina has the nerve to smirk at her, so I’m guessing that she didn’t look in the mirror this morning.
“You up for some fun Torch, baby?” she says, and moves to put her hand on him but he moves back.
“If I were up to some fun then I would ask my woman. Go clean your face,” he says looking at her in disgust.
“What are you talking about?” she asks and looks at her reflection in the microwave.
It takes a second before she lets out a scream that definitely hurts the ear drums.
She turns around and her eyes search the room until they land on Krista who is grinning widely at her.
“You!” she shouts coming after her, but Bullet and Pyro step in front of their Old Lady crossing their arms over their chests.
“You will pay for this!” she screeches.
Krista laughs. “This was the best I could do considering I’m pregnant, but make no mistake. Hit on my men again and you won’t like what happens next.”
I watch with wide eyes as Georgina stomps out of the room. It doesn’t take long for everyone to burst out in laughter.
Yeah, everyone needed that.
After I talk to everyone, I leave the room so that they can have Church. I feel excited that I’m going to see where Tyson lives. Since I haven’t been able to leave the clubhouse, I don’t know what his place looks like.
From what he told me a couple weeks ago, he was fixing it up as his way of healing. I couldn’t be happier to hear that. He has been able to find something productive to do to help him through his grief.
Tyson takes most of the day in Church and I busy myself with my writing.
Before I know it, my stomach is growling loudly just as Tyson appears at the door.
He chuckles. “Let’s go grab some takeout and head home.”
Home.
I smile at him and wish that he meant our home and not just his, but it would be too soon to be thinking about things like that.
We grab takeout and, when we pull up to his house, I can’t help but gape at it.
It’s beautiful.
There is actually a front porch with a bench in front. When I see a plant next to it, I can’t help but giggle. Tyson just smirks at me.
“My mom had to add her touches to the place.”
I nod my head. That I could see.
We walk into his house and it’s amazing. “You redid this place by yourself?”
I can’t help but stare around the room slack-jawed.
“Yeah, I had a lot of issues to work through. This house was a place that Stacey had made a home for us but, without her, I felt like I was living in a museum of the past. I kept some stuff of hers and put it away, but I put it in a place that wasn’t a constant reminder of the life we had shared,” he tells me walking into the kitchen to put the food down on the counter.
I follow him and, when I see a little motorcycle in the corner of the kitchen, I can’t help but think how adorable it is.
When Tyson sees what my gaze is directed at, he looks at me and I can see the pain in his eyes as he speaks.
“Stacey gave that to me. It was the last thing she had ever given me. The day she was stolen from me, she left this on our coffee table and planned to surprise me that night. I didn’t open the box until after our first date. That’s what I was doing that day. It was the last piece of my past that I needed to let go. She was trying to tell me that she was ready to start a family. She had this custom made.”
I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him. He hugs me tightly to his body.
“I’m sorry you won’t get the family you had with her. Don’t feel like you need to hide anything from me. She was an important part of your life and what you had was beautiful. I won’t feel jealous of a woman who shares your heart with me,” I say and he moves his head down to kiss me lightly.
“Thank you, baby. You have no idea how much those words mean to me.”
We hold each other for a few more minutes until my stomach growls.
We both let out a laugh.
“Let’s get you fed. Your stomach is getting louder by the second.”
I can’t help but blush, but I sit down and enjoy the moment.
Am I finally free?
Chapter Twenty Three
Tyson “Torch”
One month later.
Things between Camilla and I have been amazing. She spends all her time at my house and sleeps in my bed.
We haven’t had sex yet, but all of that is going to change tonight.
I kept trying to make sure that she was ready, and I think that my woman finally is.
It has been a long time since I had fucked or made love.
I wasn’t busy trying to fuck club whores after Stacey died because I couldn’t
