Page 79 of Ghost's Obsession

He reaches out his hand, “Brilliant minds fuckin’ think alike, Ghost. You’d have made a hell of a Sons of Rage club brother if you weren’t already with the Savage Legion.”

I can’t help but give him a genuine smile. “You brothers are too wild for me, Jasper. I’ll stick with the Legion if it’s all the same to you.”

He just laughs. “Fucking choirboys.”

I don’t take offense at that. He knows that the Legion step up when needed and we ain’t afraid to fight.

He steps back, and gives Heather one last look, this one full of quiet respect. And just like that, he’s gone.

Heather whispers, “What in the world was that about?”

Gazing down at her, I break it down in a way she can understand. “I think he was trying to say that because Brittany is family and you two are tight enough to fight together, that he considers you part of their family now too. If you want, that is.”

She looks after Jasper and then around at all the other brothers. They’re that extra bit rougher, louder, and more boisterous than our brothers from the Legion. She just murmurs, “I’ll have to think on that one for a while.”

I ask her gently, “Do you want to go upstairs and rest? I know it’s been a long day for you.”

“No, I just want to unwind for a bit first. My mind isn’t quiet enough to relax.”

I can’t really get my head around what she’s trying to say, but I don’t need to. My job is to give the lady what she asks for. Therefore, I guide her over to one of the recliners and pull her down beside me. It’s big enough that she can cuddle up to my side. I motion for the prospect at the bar to bring us drinks, beer for me and a virgin margarita for my woman.

Having my woman back safe in my arms is a piece of heaven. Knowing her ex is dead is icing on the cake. Carnage was a nasty piece of work. Seeing Siege and Rock make short work of himafter one of his own turned on him was the sweetest revenge imaginable. Siege deserved to get in a shot because Carnage killed his old man. Rock was not going to leave that factory without pumping a bullet into Carnage because of what that bastard did to Brittany. I don’t care about putting bullets in him, I just wanted him dead. We all got what we needed to put this shit behind us, especially Heather.

Zen gives me a nod. Rigs gives me a chin jerk. But Siege gives me something more. He hands me a property cut for Heather. Handing me the neatly folded vest, Siege says, “Compliments of Dutch. Hope it fits.”

I reach out and take it, draping it over Heather, who is still snuggled up to my side.

“Thank you, Prez. Tell Dutch I said thanks too.”

“Will do.”

“If you’ll give me time at church, I want to thank everyone for helping me get Heather home safely.”

Siege’s face lights up. “I should be thanking her for bringing Carnage back into our lives. If not for that, I might not have gotten justice for my old man.”

I press my mouth to the top of her head and give her a kiss, as she murmurs, “I’m just grateful it all worked out in the end.”

Siege murmurs a respectful goodbye and wanders off, probably to find his old lady. I tuck Heather’s head under my chin and rest my hand low on her stomach, protectively splayed over her child—the child that I hope to make my own.

Chapter 26

Heather

Two Months Later

Today, I wake up thinking about what happened at the factory. I was worried for a moment that I would never get out. He told me that I was just a meat suit, carrying his child. Who in their right mind says things like that to another human being? I knew he was unhinged, that’s why I fought so hard when he abducted me.

The Savage Legion and the Sons of Rage rode in together to serve up some leather-clad justice. They saved me from a fate worse than death. Being Carnage’s own personal breeding slave would have broken me as a human being.

I think back to when they showed up for me. Those bikers didn’t just arrive. They descended like a storm. And at the center of it was Ghost. That moment he came for me rewired something in my brain, fixed something that was long broken.

Waking up every day with Ghost wrapped around me is my new normal, but it’s not something I take for granted. Not after everything that happened.

Our home is quiet in the mornings. I like waking before the sun comes up and watching the first morning rays shine through the sheer curtains. The world outside our place is quiet and serene.

I love the feel of his chest pressing against my back, one arm slung possessively over my waist, his hand resting right at the curve where my belly starts to round. Five months pregnant, andI swear Ghost has memorized every subtle shift in my body. I shift slightly, trying not to wake him. The hard press of his cock against my lower back tells me he’s already hard and might be up for a little morning sex.

He exhales through his nose, nuzzles into my neck, and murmurs, “Mornin’, little mama.”

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