Page 155 of Renegade Ruin

Bishop laughs and wraps his hand around mine. He leads me to his locker and sits me down on the plush high-back rolling chair.

“I have a belated birthday gift for you.”

Reaching up, I finger the dainty silver gargoyle pendant at my throat that he gave me the night of the gala—my actual birthday. “You didn’t need to get me anything.”

“This was always the plan. It just took me a little bit to get everything from Nikki.”

I raise a skeptical brow as he turns and pulls out a worn orange binder from his locker and hands it to me. The leather is soft except for where a black gargoyle is embroidered on the front. I run my hands over it and flip it open.

My heart swells, and I let out a tiny gasp. There, nestled in plastic protectors, are signed playing cards of every member of the Renegades current lineup, starting with the man standing before me.

“You—” I look up at him, tears streaming down my face. “You did all this for me?”

“I’d do anything for you, Kitten.” Love drips from every word. “I know this was something you shared with your dad every year on your birthday, but I didn’t think one should pass, especially this one, and you not have a reminder of him.”

“This is perfect.” I flip through the pages, running my fingers over every card and commit to memory the team that brought us together.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it.” I smile and set the book down on Carson's chair to the left of Bishop’s locker. Cupping his face with both hands, I melt into him, desperate to feel his arms around me. “Thank you.”

Bishop’s gaze heats as he sweeps me into his arms and brushes his lips against mine. “You’re welcome.”

He kisses me again and I let myself get lost in him. This man holds my heart with renewed reverence and gives me presents worthy of a book boyfriend. And he’s all mine.

Bishop lets out a low and gravelly moan, and I shiver, making it my personal mission to hear it again before he steps out on that field.

“Fuck, Kitten,” he curses softly, breaking away. “I can’t wait to take you up against this locker so, every time I dress for a game, I remember this moment.”

I shudder an exhale and grin. “Yes, please.”

He takes a step back. “But first, we need supplies.”

“You brought the toy bag?” I ask incredulously.

Bishop chuckles, his joy infectious. “Not this time.”

He twists around and grabs something from his locker, bringing it between us.

I slowly blink, checking to make sure I’m seeing correctly. “Is that a jar of dirt?”

“Only the best from Manila Stadium,” Bishop says proudly. “And a four-leaf clover.”

My mouth drops open, and I tip my head back and laugh as I remember the words I typed in an attempt to make him smile. “Oh my gosh, you thought I was serious?”

“Baby, you never mess with a baseball player when it comes to superstition. Today we fuck for luck.”

“I don’t even know what that means.” My side hurts from laughing, and I can barely breathe. “I made it up.”

“Too bad.” Bishop shrugs, pulling my hips against his already lengthening cock. “I have plans that include taking this team all the way to the playoffs. That means we start today with luck in abundance.”

I can’t hold back my smile, even as I roll my eyes. “How did you even get a four-leaf clover?”

“I had one sent from Ireland. I wasn’t sure if it had to be sourced from the motherland.”

“I made it up!” I cry, unable to believe the lengths this man has gone for a chance at luck.

“You gave it life. Now it needs to happen.” He reaches up and runs his thumb over my lower lip. “Think of the team, Willow.”

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