Page 70 of Outlaws' Single Mom
Her eyes narrow, looking right at us. “Keep Logan safe.”
Oh fuck.
She throws her head backwards, catching Dillard right in the fucking face. He roars as his gun goes off.
“Dakota!”
She falls forwards, while Dillard rocks back, his nose spurting blood. I don't even think about it. One moment he's knocked back, the next I put a bullet through his ugly face. Three loud cracks shatter the air, as all three of us fire at the same time. His scream is almost soundless as his face turns into a bloody mess, then he collapses in a lifeless pile on the cheap industrial carpeting.
My gut clenches when I see her on the floor, curled up and face down. “Dakota!”
She groans. Thank fuck, at least she's alive. “How come no one ever told me how painful it is to do that?”
Lash scoops her right up off the floor and squeezes her so tight she squeaks. “Don't you ever, and I mean ever fucking do that again or I'll fucking kill you myself.”
And then we're all there, around her, pulling her between us as we kiss her, touch her, convince ourselves that she's fine and that Dillard didn't manage to put a bullet through her after all. And she kisses us back, touches us back, and fuck if it's not the most amazing thing I've ever felt.
“Put me down. Where’s Logan?”
“Come.” I pull her loose from the group hug and drag her back towards the entrance, where I throw open the door to the bathroom. Logan's so excited to see her that he actually drops the helmet to come running.
“Mommy!”
“Oh, Lo, baby, just let me hold you.” She cradles him close, squeezing him hard and crying into his unruly hair. “Are you okay?”
“I helped Lash and Jackal and Stiff,” he declares proudly.
I grin. “You sure did, buddy. You helped save Mommy from the angry man.”
“Auntie Georgia said the motorcycle men are good. Not the cops.” The way he fucking smiles up at us… if I wasn't already ready to fucking kill for both him and Dakota, well, I would be now.
“She did,” Dakota agrees, refusing to let go of him.
“Speaking of cops. We should get outta here.” Stiff looks down the hall then out the broken glass door. “Someone's bound to have noticed something by now.”
Lash scoops up the helmet. “We got everything we came here for. Let's fuck off.”
“Mommy! Lash?—”
“It's fine, Lo. Just this once.”
I hope she realizes that it's not gonna be just this once. Because there's no way we're gonna let her go after all this.
No fucking way.
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DAKOTA
With Stiff’sbroad body between my legs, his muscular torso to cling to, and the predatory rumble of the engine underneath me while the wind cools my face, I totally understand why they love motorcycles so much. Maybe when I’m not covered in blood spatter and have a chance to process the trauma of… of everything, we can try again and I can relax into it and enjoy the feel of the road beneath us and the wind in my hair.
But for now, all I want is to curl up somewhere safe and squeeze and hug Logan and tell him I love him, and maybe be squeezed and hugged by someone who’ll tell me the same thing.
Logan, on the other hand, is having the time of his life. He’s sitting in front of Lash, who’s got his arm protectively around him. Even they aren’t happy with having Logan ride like this, but it’s a risk we needed to take if we wanted to get out of there before the police showed up. Jackal seemed confident that there wouldn’t be any repercussions for what happened to Dillard, but being found at the scene of the crime wouldn’t exactly make things any easier for us.
So with my heart in my throat, I put my trust in Lash to keep my boy safe. Logan’s face is one big smile, completely unafraid of the high speed and the wind in his hair. The biker genes run strong in him, another sign that Ice truly was his real father, I suppose. I foresee a lot to handle in my future as he grows up.
We roar into the club and finally slow down in front of the church. I climb off with wobbly legs, mostly held up by adrenaline. Almost before the engines die, Hellfire comes charging down the front steps, eager for news.
