Page 22 of Jigsaw
She sat on the bed as I walked to the small dresser and began looking through the shirts I had. There wasn’t one that said she was my property, and the only other shirts I had were some old Royal Bastard tees that would make great grease rags or toilet paper for the portable toilets outside.
I turned to look at her and had an idea. Reaching into a small canvas bag sitting on the floor, I pulled out two items and turned around to show them to her. What started out as a little chuckle soon turned into full laughter as I pulled a section of duct tape off the roll and walked over to her. It was hard to get her to stop laughing as I placed the tape over her name and in huge thick letters wrote ‘Jigsaw’ on the tape.
“That’ll have to do, but I’ll get one of the ol’ ladies to get you a shirt. They have one of those little machines that makes them, so it should be ready in the morning,” I explained.
She smiled and stepped closer, speaking softly. “I love you. I’m sorry we lost so many years, and I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.”
“No more apologies and no more regrets. We have now and the future, so the past can stay where it is,” I returned, grabbing the back of her neck and slamming my lips against hers. The kiss went on longer than I wanted, and before we started ripping each other’s clothes off, I ended the embrace and looked at her. “Let’s go, darlin’.”
Willow placed her hand in mine, and we walked out of my room. I locked the door behind us, and when we moved down the stairs, I addressed the prospect whose job it was to keep people from going upstairs. “This is my ol’ lady, Willow, and if she wants upstairs, you’re to let her go. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.” He looked at Willow and said, “Ma’am.”
Walking away from him, I quietly explained, “He’s ex-military, and getting his patch at the end of the Rally, but don’t say anything.”
She motioned zipping her lips as I guided us back through the growing crowd. Our drinks were waiting at the table with Roughstock, Jagger, and their ladies as Willow and I took out seats.
Jackie looked at her shirt and started laughing. “Do I need to call Mae?”
“Please,” I responded. “Until I can ger her cut, I don’t want there to be any confusion over who she belongs to.”
Willow seemed more relaxed, and as she enjoyed her drink and started talking to Cheyenne and Jackie, Jagger caught my gaze. He gave me a thumbs up against his chest, and I felt my pride grow. Willow was meant to be my ol’ lady, and now that she’s here and we had the blessing of my club and her brother, all I had to do was find a chaplain.
There was bound to be someone who would perform the ceremony, and all I had to do was make it happen. Then we would get her stuff from Chicago, and I’d bring it back to Rapid City where it belonged.
The sound of a line of bikes echoed into the clubhouse. Devlin had created an app for us to be able to monitor the security cameras, so Roughstock pulled out his phone to check the footage. When he put his phone inside his cut and turned to Willow, I was curious about what he saw.
“Your brother and his club are here,” he said to her.
She bit her lip, seeming nervous all of the sudden, and I lifted her hand and placed a kiss on the inside of her wrist. Looking at her, I simply said, “Let’s go tell your brother the good news.”
Exhaling, she gave me a nod, and I held her hand as she stood and looked at Jackie and Cheyenne. “Wish me luck.”
“You don’t need luck when your ol’ man is by your side,” Jackie said and gave me a sly wink as I guided Willow and myself out the front door.
Ghost said he didn’t have a problem with this, but I was making a declaration with what I put on her shirt, and if there was going to be a problem, it would happen sooner rather than later. I just didn’t want Willow to be forced to choose between her family and me.
Because I was terrified I would lose again.
Chapter 11
Willow
Watching the Phantom Renegades dismount their bikes, I gripped Dean’s hand harder. I believed what he said my brother told him, but I was terrified it was another way for my brother to fuck with me. Growing up, Ghost and I were aware of each other, and I knew my mother and I were a source of pain for his mother, and probably him too. Being the child of a mistress meant I was always just outside the circle, and I worried he was going to use my relationship with Dean as another way to be an ass.
Some random woman got off the back of Ghost’s bike as he spoke with his VP and Road Captain. I knew all the Phantom Renegades and was friendly with them, but that didn’t mean I belonged. And some of the women made sure to remind me of that the few times I went around their clubhouse.
Ghost looked across the mostly empty parking lot as Dean and I walked toward him hand-in-hand. He smiled and approached us, extending his fist to Dean. “My man! I knew you’d lock her down.”
They tapped fists then Ghost turned to me. I didn’t know what to expect, but him walking up to me and wrapping an arm around my shoulder to give me a hug wasn’t it. I returned the embrace, and he stepped back from us as some of the Phantom Renegades approached.
“I thought she wasn’t property,” stated Zodiac, the Phantom Renegades VP.
“She’smyproperty,” Dean declared. I saw Zodiac clench his jaw as Dean added, “If anyone has a problem with that, speak now or fuck off.”
“You’re gonna let him speak to us that way?” Zodiac asked.
Ghost spun on him and pointed his finger, jabbing Zodiac in the chest as more Sinners had joined us, standing behind me and Dean. I felt like we were in the middle of a battle, and I was starting to get scared.
