Sara
“You sure you’re ready for this?”
“What?” Danny’s dark brows knit together. “Marrying you?”
“Well…not only that but doing the wedding in Drag Creek? I know things haven’t been easy with the tension between the Devils and the Black Rebels. Is bringing the clubs together right now a good idea?”
His good hand reaches out for mine and he tugs me toward him until I fall into his lap. It is a long story, but Danny lost his hand when the homemade bomb he made detonated in his grasp.
Danny’s arm snakes around my waist as those torturous lips brush over my temple. “Baby, you know I would love nothing more than to avoid this whole meeting between the two clubs, but I know you. I know you want your family around no matter what you say.”
Letting out an annoyed huff, I know he’s right.
I passed my GED, that was my mom’s main stipulation for this wedding. She still isn’t thrilled with the choices I have made but she loves CT. Cain Thomas. He’s really Danny’s nephew, the son of his dead sister, Harper and equally dead brother-in-law, Marek.
We were with Harper when she went into labor and due to circumstances, I took the baby to raise as my own along with Danny.
These past six months haven’t been easy, but when I look at my son and Danny, I know it has been worth the struggles.
Danny inherited a motorcycle club he didn’t want, but a club who needs him to lead them. The Devils Rejects have been involved in some seriously bad shit, but Danny has been turning things around. A change like that doesn’t happen overnight though.
During this time, I have been living in Drag Creek, Kentucky and on the weekends, Danny makes the drive from Webb Hollow, a small town, in northern Tennessee that is home to the Devils Rejects to be with me. I haven’t actually spent any time with Danny’s club. Our weekends together are never long enough, and CT is always with us too. Once we are married though Webb Hollow will be my new home. I only hope that the two clubs will continue to keep the peace. My grandfather, Grim, was president of the Black Rebel Riders’ MC until a few months back when him and his VP, Romeo, (my other grandfather) passed the club to my father, Striker and his brother, Rebel. My older brother, Cole, is an enforcer for the club as well.
I have rebel blood running through my veins, but a Devils Reject has my heart.
My life is so far from where I thought it would be. I came to Drag Creek right before my seventeenth birthday for my grandmother’s funeral. A trip I thought would last a week at best. Instead it has turned into a new life. I’m a mother and high school dropout. Is this the life I would have chosen for myself? Probably not, but CT didn’t ask for any of this either and I won’t let him pay for the sins of his parents.
They were terrible people, but he has his whole life ahead of him.
Danny says, I can always see the bright side even in the darkest of times.
Our relationship didn’t start out as a fairytale, considering he kidnapped me. That’s another story though. We closed those pages and are writing our own future.
“I want you to be honest with me. You aren’t having second thoughts, are you? I would understand if you are, Sara.”
“Babe, I have been given so many chances to walk away from you…from raising CT, but I told you, we’re in this together. You and me against the world if need be.” We already faced my mother and well…she can put the fear of God in an atheist.
Studying his face, I wonder if he is the one having thoughts of backing out. I think Danny loves me, but we haven’t had a lot of time together. Our relationship is unusual. I know I want nothing more than to be with him. I only hope he still feels the same. From the moment I met him, I was drawn to him.
“Are you prepared to have me and CT living with you? Cause we will be there all the time, no more weekends. You’ll be giving up a lot of freedom.” I don’t think Danny has been unfaithful to me but I’m not dumb either. I know his club is nothing like my grandpa’s and there are women who hang around ready to do whatever is desired of them. My mom told me a lot of crap I wasn’t ready to hear. She wasn’t sugar coating shit.
I only hope I can be strong enough for Danny. The pressure of leading a club nearly destroyed my parents’ marriage, but we aren’t them.
“All I want is to have you by my side…in my bed.” His fingers dig into my hip. “You drive me crazy, baby. I can’t wait for you to make our place a home.”
Brushing his lips over mine his tongue slides over my lips.
Parting my mouth, I meet his tongue with mine, craving much more than a kiss.
Danny presses his forehead to mine with a sigh. “I wish I could take you with me now.”
“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” I whisper against his tempting mouth.
“What time is it?” He asks, flipping my wrist over to look at my watch.
I attempt to pull away. It’s way past time for him to be on the road.
“C’mere.” Danny nuzzles his face into my neck. The whiskers from the beard he has been growing scratches me, creating a delicious friction, reminding me of when they were ticking me somewhere else.
“Don’t go. Not yet. Can’t you stay one more night?”
“Sara…” The way he says my name all deep and throaty sends shivers coursing down my spine. “One more week. You’ll be all mine. Forever.”
“Promise,” I whisper.
“I love you.”
“I know you do.”
Danny
Every time I drive away from Sara and CT, I leave a piece of my heart behind with them. I can’t wait until I get to make her mine. These past six months have been hard. Being torn between cleaning up the fuckin’ mess dumped in my lap by Marek’s death and being with the one I love. If I had a choice, I’d pick being with Sara every fucking time. I never thought I would be president of a motorcycle club and raising my nephew as my own, but here I am. This is the hand I was dealt. CT is growing bigger every damn day. Each time I see the kid he has started doing something different.
We’ve just said our see ya laters. There are no goodbyes to be had because she is my forever.
I’ve done everything asked of me. Taken everything her family has thrown at me, because I’d do anything for her. Club politics aren’t easy to navigate when there are decades of bad blood between the Black Rebel Riders’ MC and the Devils Rejects.
The new revenue from the moonshine runs has nearly replaced what we were receiving from the trafficking ring, but it isn’t enough. I have to look outside of my deal with Grim to keep this club from sinking under.
Tiny Leone has requested a meeting.
Sara and her family can’t know. They won’t understand or approve. I have to think about my men…my club.
I’m not on my way home to Webb Hollow. I’m meeting up with my VP, Cupid, and riding out to meet with Tiny.
My men still don’t fully trust me. I can’t blame them, but I will prove to them I’m their Prez. I will provide a future for them. I will make damn sure I can give Sara everything she dreams of and more.