Page 23 of Parrish

“Knock ‘em dead, killer,” I tell him. “Show them who’s the boss, yeah?”

“I’m going to crush them,” he says, flashing me his toothless smile.

“That’s my boy,” I say, kissing his forehead before I rise and look at Lacey. “And why’s there only one meatball in your dish?”

“How many are there supposed to be?”

“How many are you feeding?” I retort, pointing a finger towards her flat stomach. “Grace, make sure she eats.” Then I turn my attention to Blackie and instead of giving him words, I give him a look.

The look.

Take care of mine.

Without skipping a beat, he gives me the reply I was hoping for.

They’re mine now too.

Nodding, I turn to Reina and watch as she bends to kiss our son’s cheek.

“I’ll see you in the morning, bud,” she whispers softly.

“Okay, have a good time,” he says, looking more at me than his mother. “Bye Dad,” he adds. “Will I see you tomorrow too?”

That knot in my throat returns as I nod, and it hits me fast and hard, tomorrow is only hours away. Reina grabs my hand, giving my fingers a squeeze and I draw in a deep breath before my eyes sweep around the table one more time.

Committing their faces to my memory, I pull Reina to my side and lead her out the back door. Outside, I release her hand and stare up at the dark sky.

One fucking night.

That’s all I got.

Rolling my neck, I run my fingers through my hair and drop my gaze to Reina as she takes the helmet from the handlebars and fixes it to her head. I watch her expertly throw a leg over my Harley before she secures her chin strap and looks at me, patting the seat in front of her.

“Well…” she says. “…are we riding or what, Parrish?”

Oh, we’re riding.

We’re going to fucking ride like we’ve never ridden before.

Striding to the bike, my boots swallow the distance between us and I watch as a grin spreads across her lips.

“That’s it,” she says, pointing a finger at me. “That’s the walk.”

I bite the inside of my cheek and toss my leg over the bike, positioning myself in front of her. Turning the key, I wrap my fingers around the handlebars and toe the kickstand. Balancing the bike, I rev the engine and glance over my shoulder.

“Hold me,” I demand.

Like so many times before, Reina wraps her arms around my torso and leans into me. Her tits press against my back as her thighs squeeze mine and I close my eyes.

Yeah, we’re fucking riding.

In sickness and in health.

Till death do we part.

Or at least until the sun comes up.

My eyes snap open and the moment they do, I peel out of the driveway. I bypass the patrol car parked in front of my house, and with my beauty on my back and the wind against my face, I take to the streets.

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