Page 39 of Uncover Me (Men of Inked 4)
“We aren’t even married, Ma. Only Suzy and Joe are husband and wife. Isn’t there some sin against sex before marriage we’d be breaking in the eyes of God?” Mike asked, a small grin on his face.
I rolled my eyes. There wasn’t a virgin at this table. I knew it. They knew it. And my parents knew it.
My ma smiled, looking at Mike with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Michael, don’t you bullshit me. I remember the time I caught you with Emma in your—”
“Ma,” Mike interrupted, holding up his hand. “That’s not proper table conversation.”
“All I’m saying,” she said, trying to contain her laughter, “is that I know I taught you about birth control. But damn, can’t someone have an accident?”
“Don’t listen to her,” Pop said, standing behind my ma. “You’ll do it when you’re ready.”
“We weren’t ready when we had Anthony,” she confessed, glancing at Anthony standing in the doorway.
“I’m the mistake that started it all,” he grumbled, his a mouth full of pie, crumbs falling from his lips.
“You were the furthest thing from an accident, Anth. I was so happy when I found out we were having a baby. The day you were born was the first time I ever saw your father cry.”
“Probably tears of sadness at how ugly he was,” Joe threw in, bursting into laughter.
“Asshole,” Anthony hissed, sticking out his tongue at Joe.
“He couldn’t help how he looked, Joe,” Izzy added.
“Stop! Your mother graced me with a baby boy to carry on the Gallo name. Who knew we’d end up with three more before my princess was born?” Pop said, squeezing my ma’s shoulder.
Izzy beamed, her smile so wide that I thought her lips would crack.
“We know. We know. Izzy was the most beautiful baby ever,” Mike said, rolling his eyes and gagging.
“Michael, since Mia is at work, when are you going to grow a pair and ask her to marry you?” Anthony asked, changing the subject.
Mike sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I have it all planned. It’ll be soon.”
“You’re such a pussy,” Joe teased. “Just ask her already.”
“Michael, the girl loves you. If you don’t ask her soon, she may not wait around for you to ask,” Ma said, reaching across the table and touching his hand. “Sometimes, you have to have faith in your love and stop being a pussy.” Ma burst into laughter and slapped the back of his hand.
“I will. I have it planned out.”
“Jesus, you and your plans. Whatever happened to spontaneity?” I asked, squeezing Angel and pulling her against my chest.
“I want it to be romantic. Something she’ll remember for a lifetime.”
“At this point, she’ll remember it forever since she thinks it’s never going to happen,” Izzy said, smacking him on the back of the head. “Just ask her already. She’s getting pissed.”
“She is?” Mike asked, his mouth hanging open.
“She is, brother. What’s the plan?” Izzy asked, taking a seat in James’s lap.
“I want to recreate our first date. Take her to the beach and ask her where we began.”
“That’s so romantic,” Angel said, sagging against me.
“See?” Mike said, motioning toward Angel. “I want her to be surprised. A romantic dinner under the stars, waves crashing around us as I ask her and she says yes. It’s the only place that makes sense to me.” Mike stared at Izzy, pausing as he waited for their eyes to connect. “When are you getting married, Izzy?” he asked.
“I’m not ready for that yet,” she said, biting her lip as she avoided James’s gaze.
“One step at a time,” James replied, moving the hair off her shoulders before kissing her skin.
“I’m taking my girl home to start on this baby problem,” I said, moving Angel off my lap and standing.
“Thomas!” she yelled, slapping me on the chest as she stood.
Everyone burst into laughter as I swung her over my shoulder, waved goodbye, and headed for the door.
Things had seemed easier the last week since I’d brought Angel home. I felt like a member of the family again. Maybe it was everyone coming together to help me find her, or just the time that had passed since I’d left the MC.
“Thomas!” Angel screeched, kicking her feet as I carried her out the front door.
“Shut it, woman,” I said, slapping her on the ass as I descended the first step. “Ma wants babies, and by God, we’re going to give it a shot.” I laughed, feeling her body sag against my shoulder.
“I’m all about practice, but motherhood…”
“Baby,” I said, stopping and pulling her down my chest. Capturing her face in my hands, I looked into her eyes. “You’re not your mother. You have so much love to give, Angel. You’re going to be an amazing mother someday.”
“You think?” she asked, her eyebrows shooting up as she held her breath.
“I know,” I replied, rubbing my nose against hers. “But for now, we’re going to just practice. I need to be alone with you before we have little ones running around the house.”
“Thank God,” she whispered, drawing air into her lungs and closing her eyes.
“Now get that beautiful ass of yours in the car, Angel. I have plans for you tonight.”
She screeched, running toward the car and sliding into the front seat.
The woman made me laugh, which was something I hadn’t done in years. While I’d been with the MC, there hadn’t been much laughter. She’d brought it back into my life, filling it with so much joy that I couldn’t fathom how I’d been so damn lucky.
For the first time in a long time, I could honestly say that the future looked bright. I was ready for whatever might come my way, as long as Angel was by my side.
Epilogue
Thomas had rescued me from my mother and a life of despair.
I had very few happy memories from when I’d been growing up. I didn’t have visions of laughter and hugs. Nothing had filled my childhood but bitterness and resentment. My mother blamed me for everything: her fucked-up life, not being wanted by men, her addictions, even losing my father. I was the bane of her existence, and she had no qualms with telling me exactly how she felt.
The Gallo family had taken me in, made me feel welcome, and loved me. Never in my life had I felt part of anything, let alone a family, but the Gallos made me feel at home. I’d grown attached to Ma Gallo over the last two months. She took time out of her day to call and check in on me, she invited me to lunch, and she even gave me cooking lessons. She did motherly things with me that I hadn’t had as a child.
If I had grown up differently, I wouldn’t be with Thomas, living an amazing life, and calling the Gallos my family. I looked to the future, shutting out the past to move forward into a new chapter in my life.
Looking around the table, I couldn’t help but smile. My cheeks hurt from the perpetual grin that had
been on my face since the day my new life had begun and my mother had been placed behind bars. Tonight, all the Gallo women, those born into the family and the rest like me—taken in and made to feel like a family member—surrounded me.
Before my abduction, we’d talked about having a girls’ night out, but it hadn’t happened. Afterward, the guys had been too paranoid to let us out alone. Sometimes they got a little carried away with their macho authority. But finally, after two months, we had been granted a reprieve. Mainly because Suzy had finally given birth and she’d demanded a night out.
Joe, being the man he was, had said yes and made sure to make it happen. He’d wanted to give Suzy a night to “let loose.” The men were having their poker night at Joe’s, but I imagined it wasn’t like the games in the past. All the Gallo men would pitch in and take care of one tiny human being for a night. It had been tempting to stay behind and watch five grown men babysit one small baby girl, but I had given it up to spend a night laughing with my sisters.
Suzy sat across from me, her face glowing from a mix of motherhood and the alcohol Izzy had insisted she drink. Her cheeks were losing the roundness that had been caused by the weight gain of pregnancy.
I had been there the night she’d given birth to Giovanna Bianca Gallo three weeks ago. Big, bad Joe had cried tears of joy and gushed over his daughter. I’d never seen a father prouder because he had a daughter. Izzy had fallen to her knees, thanking God for making the baby a girl. The numbers were finally tipping in favor of “vadge,” as she’d put it. Ma Gallo had instantly nicknamed the baby Gigi, and it had spiraled from there.
“So, how did you get him to say yes?” Izzy asked Suzy.
Suzy swirled her daiquiri, holding it between her fingers. “I just said please,” she replied, her cheeks turning pink as she giggled.
“That’s bullshit,” Mia blurted out, tossing her head back with a hearty laugh.
“Joe doesn’t give in that easily, Suzy. How did you really do it?” Izzy asked, looking at Suzy with a raised eyebrow.
She bit her lip, a smile slowly spreading across her face as her cheeks grew almost rosy. “I told him if he ever wanted to have sex with me again, I wanted a night out with my girls.”
“You floozy. You know that was a crock of shit,” Izzy spat out, shaking her head.
“I know, but it freaking worked. I wanted to see you girls, so I had to pull out the big guns and pumped enough breast milk to feed a small army.”
“Well, thank shit for small miracles,” Mia said, bringing her martini to her lips and taking a tiny sip.
“What’s more amazing is that the guys agreed to go over and help him with the baby,” I added, laughing as I pictured them again staring at the baby like a foreign object. “Do they even know what to do with a baby girl?”
The table erupted in giggles before Izzy spoke. “They helped raise me, so I’m sure they have some idea.”
“Yeah,” Suzy said, putting the straw in her mouth as she talked around it. “He’s so protective of her. He’s not afraid of taking care of her, but damn, he’s
