“Yeah,” I nod. “There’s a few things, plus I’d like to get some of my clothes and more of Alec’s before we get on the road,” I shrug.
“Alright, let’s get you guys loaded up and over there. Pit, Tyres, and Brake are gonna head out, Fuse is coming with us. We’ll get your shit, eat something, then get on the road. Does Alec have anything to keep him occupied in the car for long trips?” I shake my head to this, since he didn’t. We’ve never gone too far. The farthest I’ve ever taken him was to see his allergist.
“We’ll stop and get him something on the way out then,” he mutters as he gets closer to me with his hand reached out. Taking it, I allow him to help me stand up.
“You don’t have to do that,” I murmur.
“Faith, baby, he’s my kid too, same as you’re my woman. I fucked up letting you go. Lost out of getting to take care of you and helping raise our son. I’m not about to let another day go by without doing so. You know I get my way when I put my mind to something and I’ll promise you this. I mean what I say I’m not missing another day in being in both your lives.” Alex places his forehead against my own as he makes his intentions known.
Which in turn causes something in my stomach to flutter.
Damn I’m more than screwed. I’m a goner.
When it comes to Alex ‘Axel’ DeVere, I can’t help but cave to his demands. He owns my heart, my body, and my soul.
I only hope I’m not being completely stupid in giving him what he wants yet again.
Chapter Eight
Axel
Fuckin’ hell it’s been a long ass day. Here I thought yesterday when I’d hit the road going up to the Devil’s Riot MC clubhouse, I’d be having a few beers right about now at Dolly’s Playhouse. I had heard a shit ton about it. How the dancers were some of the best on the east coast.
Now I’m pulling into my driveway behind my woman, kid, and her friend, Lyrica, with Fuse pulling in beside me. Luckily, Tyres was quick to think about my house having nothing in it for Alec, called our Prez, Chains. He’d gotten his ol’ lady, Tiny, to help him out with that.
Since Tiny came to us a little over a year ago, she’s finally starting to come out of her shell more and more. Willing to go for short amount of times away from the clubhouse by herself or with Nora but normally she doesn’t leave without Prez being with her. Plus, with her being pregnant, Chains doesn’t like for her to be out of his sight.
I don’t blame him either. Not after the shit they have been through already with him nearly dying from a bullet to the chest.
Shit, him and I have both been shot but I will give him credit he did something I should have done. Kept his woman near him rather than send her away. Seeing the way my Prez is with Tiny I know how much I royally fucked up with Faith. I intend to fix that as much as possible.
I had a lot of time to think on the way back and during one of the pit stops to fill up the tanks in our bikes and Faith’s car, I put my plan in motion, hence the reason Fuse is parking his bike next to mine as my woman parks her car in the driveway.
Fuck me. Seeing it parked where she used to put it causes something in my chest to twinge. I swear if I didn’t know better with the way my thoughts keep running rampant, I would have to check to make sure I still had my dick and hadn’t grown a fuckin’ pussy like some bitch.
Shutting my bike off, I remove my helmet and climb off.
“Brother, you sure about this?” Fuse mutters as he does the same.
Glancing in Faith’s direction as she cuts the engine then back to my brother. “Yeah, I’m sure. I need this time with them without Lyrica here. Long as you don’t mind her bunkin’ down at your place?”
“Naw, ain’t gotta problem with it, brother,” he states with a shake of his head.
“Appreciate it, brother,” I nod as I make my way to Faith’s door and open it for her. Fuse does the same thing for Lyrica.
“You’re with me, Mouthy,” Fuse declares, grabbing ahold of her hand.
“What?” Lyrica hisses. “I’m not going anywhere with you, jerkface.”
“Babe, you are. There’s no fuckin’ room for you to stay here. So that means you either bunk down at my house which is a mile down the road, or I take you to the clubhouse and you can stay with the strays. Your choice.” Damn Fuse is fuckin’ good at not losing his patience. I wouldn’t be able to put up with Lyrica’s attitude.
“Strays?” Lyrica asks, her nose turned up.
“Um, they’re, um the clubwhores,” Faith murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Seriously?” Lyrica sneers, the corner of her lip curling. “You think I would want to stay around a bunch of loose as shit women, who spread their legs for you and God knows who else. Probably has some sort of STD or better yet they carry around skanky disease. Hell no. I’ll crash on Axel’s floor, before I do that shit and anyways, he has a couch I’m sure I can sleep on.”
“Faith,” I murmur under my breath for my woman to hear me. “She’s not staying here.”
“Alex,” Faith whispers as she lifts her head to meet my gaze.
I shake my head in response to this. “Not happenin’. We need to be alone and that can’t happen with your girl here with us.”
Furrowing her brow, she stays quiet for a brief moment letting my words sink in. Finally, she nods her head and
