Sacred Vow (Angels Halo MC Next Gen 5)

“Yeah,” she agreed with another one of her sweet laughs. “He’s a boob man, just like every other male in the universe.” Her green eyes lifted to me, and I winked, causing her to blush prettily.

“Mila wanted me to remind you that she’s meeting with the real estate agent tomorrow. Do you want her to pick you up from here and the two of you drive over together?”

“I’ll call her later, and we can discuss it,” River told him, dropping her gaze back to Ian. “Okay, baby demon. Don’t be causing your momma any trouble. Auntie River loves you, little man.”

“This is Luca Version 2.0,” Lyric grumbled. “Telling him not to cause trouble is the equivalent of giving him permission to burn down the house.”

I grinned. “Sounds like you’re getting karma for something, brother.”

Lyric grunted unhappily. “Apparently, fate got me mixed up with my brother. He’s the one who should have a little monster to chase after.” But he grinned as he lifted the car seat higher. “That’s okay, though. I’m sure when Violet has her baby, he will get all the karma he deserves shoved up his ass. Right, buddy? Uncle Luca is going to be twisted inside out when Vi has her baby girl.”

Ian gave a loud squeal that caused us all to laugh just as Dad came out of my room. “What are you screaming about, kid?”

At the sound of his grandpa’s voice, Ian started kicking his legs and raised his arms. Dad walked up to Lyric and took the car seat from him, lifting Ian up so they were eye to eye. Spider Masterson was a feared MC enforcer. I’d seen grown men piss themselves when having to face down my dad’s wrath. But when he had one of his four grandbabies in his arms, he turned into a big teddy bear.

And there wasn’t a single man alive who gave him shit about it either.

My aunts, however, were a different story. They thought it was hilarious that he melted into a puddle of goo for his grandchildren. Meanwhile, my mom couldn’t seem to keep her hands off him when he turned into a big softy with Mila’s and Monroe’s babies. I should think it was gross, but really, I wanted River to have that exact same reaction when we had our own grandbabies to gush over and spoil later in life.

While Dad was cooing down at Ian, my client came out of my room. She didn’t even look at me as she left. River smirked as she followed the chick to the front and watched her go. I was expecting another appointment, so I went with my girl, hoping I could cop a feel or two of my own while Dad was distracted.

Walking up behind River, I cupped her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “What do you want for dinner?” I asked as I bent to kiss her neck. I knew I was pushing things, but I couldn’t help myself.

“I’m good with whatever,” she said, leaning into me for all of two seconds before forcing herself to put distance between us.

I muttered a curse, hating that we had to hide our relationship. Plenty of people knew, but not her dad or mine, or any of the older members of the MC. They would kill me if they knew I’d been having sex with River since she was fifteen. It wouldn’t matter that I’d only been sixteen when it started.

But the moment she turned eighteen, I was going to beg her father to let me be with her. On my knees if I had to. Not just to let me date her, but to let me marry her. I already had the ring. I made good money, and I had a trust fund my mom had set up for me from the money her dad had left her. I had my own apartment, but I’d been looking at houses for us to buy.

River had her own plans, her own money she could do whatever she wanted with. I didn’t care what she did as long as she was happy. She could spend every cent her grandpa Hank left her, because I would always make sure she was taken care of.

“Order us some takeout, baby,” I told her, pulling my credit card out of my wallet. “Whatever you want. You know what I like.”

“I can pay for dinner,” she argued.

I pushed the card into her hand, glaring down at her. “Don’t start with me tonight, woman. Order us some food. Ask Dad what he wants too.”

“Dad doesn’t want anything,” he said as he came out of the back, still holding Ian’s car seat. Lyric followed them to the front door, waving at River on the way. “I’m going home for dinner later.”

River watched them go before looking up at me with a sultry little look on her beautiful face that made me want to grab her and drag her into the storage room so I could sink balls deep into her. “I want Aggie’s for dinner.”

“See if Kingston will drop it off, then,” I told her just as the front door opened and my next client walked in. I gave the guy a chin lift. “Come on back, man. I’ve got everything ready to go.”

River stopped me when I would have turned away. “Kingston is on a run with Uncle Raider and my dad.”

“Then Jack. Have him drop it off.”

“Why can’t I go pick it up myself?” she muttered with a pout.

“Because I want you here with me.” I stroked a finger down her bare arm. “Have someone drop off the food or order delivery from somewhere else. Please?”

“Fine,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “But onl

y because I have too much homework to get done to go myself.”

“Sure, baby.” While the client went on back, I cupped River’s ass again and lowered my head, touching my lips to the shell of her ear. “Be good, and we can have dessert before you go home tonight.”

“I’m not in the mood for dessert,” she sassed, putting distance between us after checking the front door.