Pagan (The Henchmen MC 8)

"Hey, at least he only fights when he feels it is justified. Got to give him credit for that."

"We have that charity event this weekend with Gramps and all his important people," she reminded me. "Even in a suit, he's going to look rough around the edges."

"Hey, if they can stomach being introduced to someone named Pagan, then I think they can handle a little boy with a busted lip and black eye."

We didn't do a lot of events, and Gramps generally knew better than to ask. But his latest cause was a huge charity event for the Navesink Bank women's shelter. It was a cause we felt like we should show our faces at, knowing how much good they did. In fact, most of The Henchmen, Mallicks, Grassis, Hailstorm, and all the other various allies around were planning on attending.

She sighed at that, shaking her head. "We live an odd life."

"You love it," I shot back.

"Yeah, I kind of do," she agreed, smiling. "But I love you more," she declared, moving up onto my lap to give me long and hard and just shy of inappropriate for the common room, and we Henchmen were loose on such rules.

"Love you too, pet."

"Mooooom!" Niro called from off in the bathroom, making us both smile.

Perfect.

Fucking perfect.

I hadn't done shit in my life to deserve her or our son, but I had them, and I was man enough to admit how goddamn lucky I was.