“Gonna get better,” he promised.
And it did.
For hours, he gave Lucia what she craved, and he had to carry her sated body to bed afterward because he’d worn her out. His adrenaline was spent, but the love he felt for her was ever high and pulsing when he climbed into bed after ordering food for them. Pulling her closer until she all but climbed into his lap with her face in his neck. “You did good, biker.” She praised, patting his belly.
“I do you right, huh?”
“Oh, yeah.So rightand then some.” She stretched under the sheet and made a pleasing sound that made his spent cock twitch with renewed want. One little moan from her, and he was raring to go again. What a fucking tamed sap he was, and he couldn’t muster the effort to grumble about it.
“Good,nena. Makes me happy that you’re happy.”
“Do I make you happy?”
Didn’t she know already?
Capone tapped a finger under her chin to lift her face, blissed pleasure still in her eyes, but he saw a hint of uncertainty too. She’d felt messed around by his distance for years, so he’d known he would have to show her with actions and his words to get her to a place where she trusted him again. “Mi amor,” he pressed their lips together, “lying in bed with you curled up to me after I’ve wrung orgasms out of your beautiful body is the happiest I’ve ever felt,sí?”
The smile she rewarded him with was more than Capone ever deserved to own.
It was a smile he carried with him for the rest of the evening while they showered, ate a meal, and made love again. He needed the reminder of that smile because before long; he needed to tell Lucia he was planning on having her father put away for a long, long time, and he wasn’t sure how she’d feel about that.
Or feel about him once she knew.
TWENTY-EIGHT
“Do not have sex in my pool.”–Preacher
“You know how those rehab places are, they don’t tell you shit. But we know Arson is alive and hasn’t checked himself out. That has to be a good sign.” Rider offered to the table of men.
Capone was sitting nearest to the door with his ring fingers drumming on the tabletop while the Prez gave them an update on their brother doing a six-month stint in rehab in Utah. It wasn’t much of an update. No one could call or visit him yet, because of the intense treatment, he had to shut the world out. The boys made sure Arson’s mom was taken care of.
Family took care of each other.
It was Capone’s turn to ride through to see Lawless, but he didn’t want to leave Lucia alone for that long, so he swapped out with Reaper.
“Next on deck,” Rider started, “cap all the shady shit you might have going on, because we’re about to have the FBI in house.” The prez played the announcement well because the table erupted into noisy questions. Rider handed it over to Capone to explain. He did a quick rundown of what he planned.
“No offense, Texas, but your brother had it in for us not so long ago. I’m not about to put the flags out for him.” Said Snake.
“You have some fine Pride flags too, Snake.” Piped Grinder with a wicked grin.
“Damn right I do, but they’re not for fucking cops.”
His head over his hands, the men watched Texas lift that head and look around the table, Capone could understand his predicament, and he was sorry to put the former fallen brother in it. He would have understood had Texas told him to go fuck himself.
“Listen, I made the call because Capone asked me to. That’s as far as my involvement goes. Mal knows where he stands with me if he ever tries to push on theSoulsagain. We don’t have trust between us yet, if ever. But I believe him when he says he isn’t looking at us. Doesn’t mean we don’t have other FBI eyes on us.”
“That’s a given, T.” Offered Rider. “I don’t have a problem with Capone handing over info about Cole to the FEDS, but we can put it to the vote.”
No one wanted to deal with the FEDS, because with the FBI and ATF, shit was never so simple. Capone understood when the vote went to a 50-50 split. It didn’t stop him irrationally snapping his back teeth together. “This is for my woman before her cunt of a father sells her,comprende?”
“Yeah, we got it, Cap.” Hawk’s rusty tones said from the other end as he lounged in his VP seat, eyes like two dead icy pools looking on, “but we gotta consider the blow-back too.”
“We always have fucking blow-back, VP. Whatever shit we do, there’s always a consequence, and we deal with it. I fucked up once already with Lucia. I left her with him, assuming she had a good life, and her father was trying to barter her off. I won’t let that happen again.” He bit out every word, eyes watching him. “I would wade in for any of your old ladies whatever the trouble, but if you decide against me using Texas’ FED, then I’ll go this alone.”
Having said his piece; he didn’t want to listen to their vote again, so he pushed back his chair and walked out of church with a powerful stride.
The vote was a democracy within the club, he didn’t expect them to follow him blindly, but where the old ladies’ safety was put into question, he would always vote yes, no hesitation.