Filthy (Diamondback MC 5)

“Oh God, don’t I know it. I’ll talk to Hunter, stat. Just saying this so you know how happy I am that my dad found you. I’ve never seen him so settled. In all my years he’s taken time off for sports, dance recitals, school programs, and we took vacations without fail, but he’s never been this settled. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you.” Monroe is so much like her father, calm and collected it seems at all times. The mischievousness he carries in his eyes is reminiscent of Monroe’s. She truly is beautiful.

“A, you’re going to make me cry, because that’s probably one of the nicest comments I’ve ever received,”—I point to my own pointer finger—“and B, I should be thanking you. If it weren’t for you making sure I had clothes and the necessary things like a toothbrush, hairbrush, shampoo, and conditioner, I’d be a complete bedraggled mess.” Really, everyone has been so nice, Raven, Persephone, Sadie, and, of course, Monroe.

“It was nothing, really. If I hadn’t gotten it, another Ol’ Lady would have.” You can say that I was brought into the fold, and when Persephone told me I was formally a part of the MC family, I was shocked, even more so knowing that Cole stood up while I was in the hospital and claimed me. I mean, besides him not talking to me, we were friends of sorts, but nothing like we are now.

“Still, thank you. Now that I’m feeling better, do you think the others will let me help cook at least? I’d rather do something than nothing at all.” Monroe arches her eyebrow at that.

“I have no problem with that, and I’m sure no one else will, except Dad, so good luck.” She laughs, picks up her drink, stands up, and starts to leave. “I’m going to go find Hunter and see if we can’t work something out.” She winks.

“Thanks.”

“Hiya, Daddy-o.” I spin around. Cole is standing by the picnic table with two plates in his hand.

“Hey, kiddo, you can ask Cannon about the RV. It might do Fallon and me good to be away from everyone for a bit.”

“How long were you standing there?” I ask as he sits down, putting the plates on the table as he does so.

“Long enough. You want to do things, you’re more than welcome to. It won’t always be like this, and I can’t promise that I won’t be on your ass.” My embarrassment that was slowly fading blooms at his choice of words.

“Nice innuendo, Cole,” I joke. He’s straddling the bench, thick, firm thighs spread open, making me think all kinds of dirty thoughts.

“You should hear yourself when I’m fucking you, Fallon.” That’s just cruel now.

“Whatever. Please say you’ll think about letting me do more if I’m on club property?” I ask.

“Got no problem with that. You’ll need a phone on you, and you can’t be wandering. I am going to see if I can manage to get the RV from Cannon today and maybe have a night or two away from the clubhouse. It’ll do us both some good.” He moves my body until I’m straddling him.

“Alright, I can compromise with that.” My arms loop around his shoulders, and I take it upon myself to tilt my head up, seeking his mouth, wanting to have our lips fused together, always.

Sixteen

Doc

“You guys ready?” I ask Shadow and Bullet. We needed to make it look like no one was in Brad and his dad’s office, leaving the traps for the authorities to use against them. Of course, it helps that we have the county in our back pocket, even though this is happening in another jurisdiction. Sometimes it’s not what you know but who you know. I’m pissed as hell that I won’t be there. Shovel knows it, Razor knows it, hell, the whole fuckin’ club probably does. I know what they’re trying to do, shield my license in case there are issues that would come back to haunt them, but them getting in trouble for something that benefits me is a hard pill to swallow too.

“Yep, don’t worry. We’ll be in and out of there with no problems,” Bullet tells me, slapping my back as he walks towards the door.

“Man, drink a shot of whiskey, stick with your woman, and we’ll be back in no time. Hopefully by tomorrow, the cops will be knocking on their door and Brad will be out of your life. That way, you and Fallon can create little hellions, like the rest of the brothers are doing left and right,” Shadow states. Fucker is young, wise beyond his years. The way he tells it, there isn’t a woman worth settling down for. Yet.

“Will do. You need anything, call Russell. He’s up and ready if there’s a problem,” I tell them.