Page 56 of Property of Shotgun

“Sweetheart—”

“I came here to speak my mind, and I’d appreciate if you let me do that.” He sighs heavily but doesn’t object, and I take that as my cue to continue. “I forgive you, Biggie,” I rasp, my eyes filling with tears. “I forgive all of you for what happened to Irish. But if you hurt one fucking hair on that man’s head, you’re dead to me. You’re dead to my children too. I know you got rules, and a code to abide by. But that man standing over there, he’s not just a brother. Not to me, and not to my children. And he wasn’t just a brother to Irish either. Take that into consideration when you make your judgements, and remember there’s gonna come a day when you’re the one under judgement, and the one who delivers your sanctions might not be too forgiving of your sins.”

“Jade,” Shotgun calls from behind me.

“It’s done. Jersey threw a couple of punches at me when we stopped at the gas station. The only thing left to decide is if I get to keep my rank. But it’s all over, mama. The Kings know the only thing Irish would’ve wanted is for you to be happy, and they accept that I’m the man who gets to do just that.”

Shotgun and I don’t lie to each other, but I still turn to Biggie for confirmation.

“It’s true, sweetheart. You’ve been through enough. Your ol’ man too.”

EPILOGUE

SHOTGUN

I picturedthis moment countless times in my head, never truly believing it would happen—Jade on the back of my bike, her arm wrapped around my middle, tits pressed tight against my back.

Fucking Heaven.

I reach for her calf, squeezing it gently as I pull my Harley through the clubhouse gates. If it weren’t for the kids, I would’ve crossed state lines, taken her to Jersey, maybe even as far as Philly. We could’ve stopped for cheesesteaks, then on the drive back, I would’ve found a spot on the highway to pull over and bend over the back of my bike.

But we aren’t livin’ for stolen moments anymore. She’s mine and we got nothing but time. There will be plenty more rides, and ending this one a little earlier isn’t the end of the world, especially if it means I get to fuck her in my bed sooner rather than later.

I kill the engine on my Harley, and Jade loosens her arms around my waist. My eyes dart to the sideview mirror, and I watch as she removes her helmet. I bought it for her this morning, and had the guy at the shop put a decal on it that readsProperty of Shotgun.

“Oh God, that was fun,” she says, shaking out her long, brown hair. I take the helmet from her, looping the straps through my handlebars as she throws her leg over the side of the bike, and pops up on her feet, winding her arms around my neck. Her mouth crushes against mine, and that sweet tongue of hers licks into my mouth.

I grip her ass tight as I kiss her back. Maybe it isn’t too late to bend her over.

That thought is killed when she breaks the kiss and reaches for my hands. Lacing her fingers with mine, she flashes me that gorgeous smile of hers. “Come on,” she urges. “I want to check on the boys, then I want to have a drink, and after that I want to suck your cock.”

She gives my hands a tug, and I dismount.

Licking my lips, my eyes slowly trail the length of her. “As much as I want to fuck your mouth, mama, I’ve been waiting way too long to have your pussy.”

Rolling her eyes, she pulls me toward the clubhouse.

“Fine, but you’re not allowed to go to sleep until you cum down my throat.’

“That’s not a hardship, Jade.”

She pops her shoulder, releasing one of my hands to open the door to the clubhouse. “I think that depends on your stamina. It’s that time of the month, Shotgun. I can fuck all night, and I’ll still be hungry for your cock.”

“There’s a solution to that.”

She walks into the clubhouse, then turns and glances at me from over her shoulder. She quirks an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? What’s your solution?”

I step around her, pinning her back to the door as I press one hand above her head. Lowering my lips to her ear, “I knock you up.”

We haven’t talked about having more kids. We haven’t discussed marriage either. Though, I’d take her to the courthouse in the morning and make her my wife if she told me that’s what she wants.

I lean back, my eyes searching hers for a beat. I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until a grin spreads across her face, and the pressure leaves my chest.

“You want to put a baby in me, Shotgun?”

I want to put a dozen in her, but I’ll be grateful for one.

“That shouldn’t even be a question.”

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