Page 63 of Forever Zara

Forever Zara.

He made his hard world safe for her and his kids. He couldn’t claim to be decent, not with the things he did or would do again in the future if it needed doing. TheSoulswouldn’t run drugs or guns; they didn’t pimp out women. They owned more legal businesses nowadays than they did illegal ones. The shit they did to keep their club in the position it was, Rider especially, still straddled the one percenter title.

His stance was, he’d do what the fuck he had to. He’d put blood on his hands and blacken his soul if it meant his family was golden.

He’d found his priority.

Which meant he’d always be a part of a one-percenter, following his laws and morals, however questionable they were.

Right and wrong were never black and white. He lived in the gray areas and did it happily.

A hand smaller than his slipped into his palm, squeezing him.

How she could look sweeter than sugar when she’d woken him that morning, blowing him hard enough that he lay for a minute afterward, thinking she’d killed him.

“It’s going to be a good day, Rider.” She said, smiling, as they took the walk down the mall to the building on the end where the bar was situated.

She was openingBar Icytoday.

“Zara, I got head even before my eyeballs were open; it’s already been a good day for me.”

She laughed and poked her elbow into his ribs.

Pressing his mouth to her ear as they approached the waiting crowd, the local press and all his boys and their old ladies were already there. “Like when you get in a mood, baby.”

“That’s good to hear,” she told him, looking up through pale lashes, a smile touching her mouth. “I might have another mood when we’re finished here.”

He pumped out a growl and almost bit her on the neck like an animal claiming its mate.

Forever Zara.

His.

Always.

The one woman he’d walk through fire for.

Troubles would come. But she was his most stable constant.

He’d be a fool to ever fuck that up.

Slinging an arm around her shoulder, he tucked her into him, feeling how she curled her arm around his waist.

People watched them as they passed by. Like they were someone to envy and fear. In their house, they were only Rider and Zara. She’d given him a piece of normal he cherished. If not for Zara, he didn’t know what path he’d be on now. A lonely one.

“Gonna hold you to it, Zara.” Kissing the side of her head. He motioned to the bar, almost a full block wide. Inside was modern chrome and high stools, intimate tables. Zara had tapped into what was popular currently.

Slapping hands and fist-bumping his boys, he stepped up to Hawk, who had Gia under his arm. Leaning in, he kissed his sister’s cheek. “I take it you got him to this?” Hawk hated the fanfare of crowds. Gia chuckled. “Yep.” He didn’t wanna know what his baby sister had to bribe his VP with.

In the crowd stood his father, mom, and Rex’s widow. He didn’t know what was going on with his two cousins, didn’t care. As dumb as they were, it took little persuasion for them to believe Rex had fled with all their money to live in Vegas with his mistress. They took off back to Texas. But their mom, after her initial surprise, decided she didn’t care where Rex had gone. She’d wanted to divorce him for years and was unable to find the courage to leave. She now lived outside of Denver and saw Annie and Ajax regularly.

Some shit worked out the way it was meant to. No one missed Rex.

He thought it might cause waves with Mad-dog, but his father never brought it up.

“Smile, VP,” Rider smirked, “being social won’t last long.”

“The first drink is free, Hawk!” Rider’s woman declared.

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