Page 39 of Omen's Bombshell

My dad and everyone in the club look to me to make the final decision since I was the one this happened to. Slowly, I drag my attention from the three fuckers that tried to end me and look at Blitz and the few men with him.

“You’ve cleaned house and gotten rid of all the stupid fucks who aren’t good for your club?” I question Blitz with a hard glare aimed in his direction.

“I have. We lost half the guys in one way or another. The worst of them I personally took out so they wouldn’t be able to come back at us or anyone else. Of the remainin’ assholes, they were told to leave town and never show their faces again. That was only after their club tats were blacked out and we stripped them of their cuts. Even the club girls have been dealt with and everyone in our clubhouse now has the best interest of the club in mind and don’t want to stage a coup or anythin’ of that nature. They want me to continue leadin’ them and change to clean our club up so we’re not constantly in fights with others, gettin’ locked up, or taken out because of stupid shit,” Blitz answers and I see the look of determination on his face and know this kind of situation will never happen again. He’s been made aware of this kind of shit happening and will be more vigilant moving forward.

“You let me take those three and deal with them as I see fit and we’ll move forward and put this shit behind us. As long as you all keep your word, I will try to forget this shit happened. It won’t be easy because I’m a man who can hold a grudge and keep my anger above everythin’ else. I will try for the sake of my family and club to build this alliance between our clubs and that’s all I can offer at this point. Everythin’ is too fresh in my mind,” I state, standing up straight and looking at Blitz as everyone else remains in their seats but knows I won’t attack them because I’m getting what I want.

“It’s a deal. If you ever decide you want somethin’ movin’ forward, just call and I’ll make it happen. It doesn’t matter what it is,” Blitz offers, standing from his seat as my dad does the same and walks with Carbon to lead the men from our clubhouse. No one else leaves the meeting room.

When we’re alone with the three scumbags who tried to take me out because of those sluts, Homicide looks at me and asks what I want done with them. He’s ready to get his hands dirty and so am I. However, there are more important things I want to do today versus dealing with these twatwaffles.

“Take them to the cells. Make sure they’re hung up and their feet aren’t touchin’ the floor. Keep it nice and fuckin’ cold in there. No food or water either,” I order, not taking my eyes off them as the douche canoes start to get nervous as I watch their eyes dart around the room as they look for any kind of escape. “You’re not gettin’ away from me. All of you were fuckin’ cowards and tried to take me out without comin’ at me face-to-face. Now you can suffer the consequences of your actions that were based on lies and nothin’ but lies from a couple of fuckin’ skanks who didn’t care about you at all. Hope their pussy was worth it.”

“Where you goin’?” Homicide asks me, confusion filling his voice.

“Oaklynn’s rag came in today. I’ve got it up at the house. I’m goin’ home to spend the rest of the night with my girls and make Oaklynn my ol’ lady. Told her I wasn’t waitin’ after the last attempt on my life and I meant it. Gonna fuckin’ propose to her as well. Picked up the ring yesterday when I got done with the doctor. I’ve finally been cleared to resume all activity as you know and this night will be all about my girls with no interruptions,” I inform the men surrounding me as they all start to congratulate me before I leave the room and head for the room my girls have been in.

After letting my dad know we’re leaving, I take Oaklynn and Amanda home. We make dinner together before we get our daughter ready for bed. It’s one of the rare times I bathe her with my girl at my side. I’m nervous to clean Amanda in the tub because she’s so slippery and I’m so worried about messing up and hurting her. Once she’s in bed and down for the next few hours, I lead Oaklynn into our room that Kimber and Melissa set up earlier. There are rose petals on the bed and the floor leading up to the bed. At the very end is a box with Oaklynn’s rag. She accepts my proposal and becomes my ol’ lady. We spend the rest of the night tangled together and I worship every inch of her body for hours when Amanda sleeps. It’s one of the best nights I can remember having in a very long time.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Oaklynn

THE LAST MONTH hasflown by. One month ago, Omen asked me to be his ol’ lady and proposed to me. Nothing was over the top or such a grand gesture that I felt as if this was for show and not about how Omen feels about me and the small family we’ve created with Amanda. He had rose petals spread out in our room leading to the bed and the box with my rag sat at the end of the bed. This was a private moment for us and even though I know he had help getting things ready, no one was around except the two of us. It was perfect and I couldn’t have asked for anything more than what he gave me. Between the times we had sex, Omen filled the tub with water, lit candles, and sat in the tub of hot water with me. We talked, laughed, and learned even more about one another. Again, it was perfect. I don’t need a lot of romantic gestures from my man, but when Omen does something, he goes all out and makes it the perfect moment. I honestly live for those times because it’s random and Omen makes it mean the most for us.

Marie, Melissa, and Kimber have been in full wedding planning mode. We’ve spent countless hours going over every single detail, dress shopping, and making the day the best it could be. My aunt even called several times to help plan things and assure me she’d be there on the day I get married to a man who is one of the best I’ve ever met in my life. Omen has definitely proven that when he goes all in, he does it with every single part of himself. Anyway, Omen has helped and been there when we needed him for certain aspects of planning our day and making it my dream wedding. He went to cake tastings, checked out caterers with us, and told us he’d choose the songs for the ceremony and our first dance. I didn’t even hesitate to give that detail over to him because of the trust I have in him.

The dress I chose for our wedding is one I fell in love with the second I saw it on my body. It’s white with navy blue roses along the skirt. The top of the dress is strapless and has beading that makes it shimmer in the light. On the train, the same roses are down the entire length of it with vines weaving in and out of the flowers. Trying it on, no alterations would need to be made and I knew in the first seconds I saw myself in the mirror that this was the dress I wanted to be married in. When I walked out to the main room where Melissa, Kimber, and Marie were waiting to see me, they all gushed over me and told me how much they love the dress. My aunt was on the phone and she started crying because she fell in love with the dress as much as I did and told me how beautiful I looked. It was a moment I’ll relive for the rest of my life even though I started crying.

Melissa pulled me in her arms without a word because she knows exactly where my mind is right now. This is something my mom should be here for. She should be planning every detail of my special day with me as we laugh and cry over the smallest things. This is the reason I never really thought about my wedding day or dreamed of what I’d want after losing them. My dad won’t get to walk me down the aisle with tears in his eyes as he gives me away to Omen as my mom sits and waits for him to sit with her and hold her in his arms as they watch me get married. I won’t get to have my father-daughter dance or anything else. Yeah, my aunt will be there and she’ll be the one to walk me down the aisle to Omen, but it’s not the same thing. She’s not my dad and never will be no matter how hard I wish my parents were here with me.

“It’s okay, Oaklynn. We’ve got you,” Marie says, walking up and wrapping her arms around Melissa and me. “I know you’re missing your parents right now and want them here with you. You’ve got all of us to be there for you. I know we’ll never be able to take the place of your mom and dad, but we’ll all step up and be there for you during your wedding and reception.”

“I know,” I sob out, my voice breaking as Kimber joins our little circle with tears in her eyes. “I appreciate everything you’ve all done to make this day special for Omen and me. It’s not just my parents that aren’t here though. My uncle isn’t here for my day either. The only blood family I have left is my aunt and while I love her and I’m happy she’ll be here for me, it won’t ever be the same no matter what I want, think, or do.”

For several minutes, the girls let me cry out my feelings and simply hold me close with my aunt on the phone. I listen as she cries on her end of the line. Without seeing her on the screen of the phone, I know my aunt is thinking of my parents and her husband the same as I am. When I finally gather myself and get the tears to stop streaming down my face, I make my way back into the dressing room and strip out of the dress to put my jeans and tank top back on. I take the dress up to the front of the bridal store without trying any other dresses on to buy. As I go to hand over my card to pay, Marie pushed her hand in front of me.

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