by Chelle Bliss
Fuck. When did I turn into this sappy asshole? Tamara did it and so did the Gallos. Pike had warned me about how they fuck with your head, especially the women. Gone were the days when the men ruled the roost like at the MC, because in this household, Mrs. Gallo, Tamara’s grandmother, is the queen bee.
James, who had tried to throw my ass out, has even started to warm up to me. Not grumbling under his breath every time I enter a room. We keep our conversations to a minimum and never speak about our past.
Bear’s fingers toy with the hairs near his chin. “What about the club? They givin’ you shit?”
I shrug, wondering how much I should say. I am still a Disciple. Don’t see that changing, no matter how far away I move. They are always going to be an issue. “We have an agreement.”
“I’m sure you do,” he mutters. “What about…”
He snaps his lips shut as soon as Gigi, Tamara, and Lily walk into the room.
“Hey, Uncle Bear,” Gigi says, ruffling the man’s hair. “You givin’ Mammoth a hard time?”
“Always, kid.” Bear winks at her.
“Hey, baby,” Tamara says, sliding in my lap. “When’re you leaving?”
“In a few minutes, princess. I have to get back to the compound.”
She places her face in the crook of my neck, smelling me. It’s a new thing she does, claiming my scent drives her wild. “When will I see you again?”
My hand finds her hip, holding her tight, wishing we had longer. “In a few weeks. I have to take a run up north.”
“North?” she whispers. “For what?”
“Can’t say. Club business.”
She pulls away, staring at me with her big hazel eyes. “Be careful, okay?”
“I promise. You can’t get rid of me that easy, sweetheart.” I smile, moving some of her hair away from her face before holding her cheek. “I love you, Tamara.”
“Love you too, Mammoth,” she whispers, cheeks turning pink.
“You two are like a regular Hallmark card,” Bear teases.
“Shut up, Uncle. I think it’s super sweet,” Lily tells him, leaning with one arm on his shoulder, but her eyes are fixed on us. “Someday, I hope to find that.”
“You better get your nose out of those books, then, girl. You aren’t going to find that—” he waves his hand at me “—in a library.”
“I didn’t mean him.” She slaps his shoulder. “I meant a man.”
Bear flinches even though the impact couldn’t have hurt. Lily’s small, gentle, and doesn’t pack a hard enough punch to hurt even a small man. “I don’t care if you want a woman, baby. You gotta get out more. Put yourself out there.”
“She’s not dating,” Mike says, walking into the kitchen from the living room and heading right to the fridge. “She’s never getting married either.”
Bear laughs first, followed by the girls.
“You’re a fool,” Bear tells him, shaking his head. “Your little girl is growing up, and you’re just going to have to deal with that fact, Mike. You can’t control her anymore.”
“Never fuckin’ could,” Mike mutters, glancing toward the ceiling.
“Don’t worry, Dad. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I mean, even when I move out, you’ll see me every day at the shop.”
“Move out?” Mike pales. “You can’t move out.”
“So, when I find a man, should we just move in?” Lily asks him, chuckling behind her palm.
Not that long ago, Lily was in tears at Gigi and Tamara’s apartment because her parents had lost their shit about her quitting school. They seemed to get over it, accepting her decision, and have already moved on.
“I better run,” I say, patting Tamara’s ass, wanting to avoid chasing the sun. “Call me when you get back to school, yeah?”
“Yes, bossy.” Tamara winks, and I laugh, sliding my arms around her back, leaning forward to kiss her.
“Walk me out.”
“Bye, Mammoth,” Gigi says, followed by the rest of the group. I wave instead of speaking because in this family goodbyes can take forever. It’s one thing I learned about them, and something I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to either.
Tamara’s mother is at the door, waiting for us with Anthony at her side. “We just want to say something.”
“What’s wrong, Mom?” Tamara asks, tucking her finger into the waistband of my jeans.
“Nothing, baby.” Her mom smiles at her before turning her gaze toward me. “This is for Mammoth.”
“Yes, ma’am?” I smile nervously because the woman would scare any man. She is that fierce. Just like her kid.
“I was wrong about you. I judged you unfairly based on your outside and not your inside. Sure, you’re a badass biker, but you’re more than that. You’re more than your tattoos and piercings. I’ve seen the way my daughter’s face lights up when you’re in the room. I feel the way her soul is happy when you’re nearby. I sense her peace with who she is and will always be.” Her mother smiles as tears form in her eyes. “You did that for her, and I’ll always be grateful you came into her life.”
“Am I dying?” I ask because Max Gallo isn’t usually filled with so much kindness.
“No, child, but they were things that needed to be said. I should’ve said something sooner, but I couldn’t find the words. I want you to know we think of you as family. You’re ours now. One of us. You need anything, you call. You need help, you holler.” She opens her arms, steps forward, and wraps herself around my body. “We’re your family now.”
If I were a guy who cried, I’d be in tears. Never have I felt such love and acceptance than I do in this moment.
25
Epilogue
Lily
There’s always a moment in my day when I want to punch someone. I’m just about there, but I’m doing my best to hold it together, because today, that someone is my father.
He’s taken me under his wing since I dropped out of college, teaching me everything there is to know about Inked and the piercing of every type of body part imaginable—and even some I never thought possible.
The man is the quintessential helicopter parent, hovering around me every second of the workday and even at home. I thought it was cute when I was a little girl. It didn’t even bother me when I was in high school because the big lug loved me and he showed it.
But now, at twenty-one, it’s old. Really old.
Then there’s the fact that I’m Lily. The sweet one. The good girl. The only person in the family who doesn’t say how I feel, always wanting to keep the peace—or at least, not draw extra attention to myself.
“Dad, I know. You’ve watched me do it hundreds of times already,” I huff, resting my chin in my palm, staring out the front windows of the shop. “I seriously can do this on my own now.”
His eyes widen as he jerks his head back like I’ve slapped him with my words. “I know, sweetheart.” He nods. “I know.”
I know there’s a but in there because there always is. My father doesn’t know how to agree with anyone without adding the big old but, throwing in his opinion whether he’s right or wrong.
“But…” And there it is. Predictable.
I roll my eyes.
“Fine,” he says quickly after he glances down, catching me. “You can do the next client through the door all by yourself.”
I sit up straight, mouth hanging open, because my dad’s never this easy. “Really?”
He taps his finger against the large calendar sitting on the front desk. “It’s a simple nipple piercing in an hour. You could do those in your sleep.”
“At this point, I can do them all in my sleep,” I tell him, pushing his finger out of the way so I can see the other appointments for today. The shop has only been open an hour, but so far, it’s been extremely quiet. The rest of the day is booked but not overbooked…nothing I can’t handle on my own. “Why don’t you take the day off, take Mom somewhere nice, and let me handle this today?” I bat my eyelashes, begging for hi
m to say yes, because if there’s one thing I know about my dad, he’s a sucker when it comes to me.
He reaches back, rubbing the back of his neck as he glances around the empty waiting room. “I don’t know, Lily. That’s a big step.”
“Everyone’s here.” I motion toward the back area where everyone’s busy setting up or working on their first client of the day. “If I have a problem, I’ll ask Uncle Joe or Anthony. And—” I smile, placing my hand on his chest “—Mom’s off today, and the house is empty.”
Barf. I can’t believe I’d stoop so low as to entice my father with an empty house and my mother to get a little space. But times like this call for drastic measures, even if that includes your parents doing the nasty.
Dad’s face brightens. “She’d probably like to grab some lunch.”
“Yeah,” I mutter as he kisses the top of my head, no longer concerned with leaving me alone for the first time ever. “You’ll make her day.”
“Mine too,” he whispers in my hair.
Still gross, but it’s working.
“It’s just easy piercings today. A few nipples, a couple ears, and two belly buttons.”
“Sounds like a blast.” I don’t even try to hide the lack of enthusiasm from my voice. Who knew so many women had their nipples pierced? Not me, but the number is staggering and growing each day.
The front door opens, and I gasp. The man walking inside is like a ghost. Someone I haven’t seen in over five years because he’s been away, serving in the military. Or at least, that’s what I heard from Aunt Suzy.
“Oh my God, Jett!” I screech, pushing out of my father’s arms and running toward the boy I had the biggest crush on as a kid. “You’re alive.”
“Babe,” he says, holding out his arms to me, catching me as I smash into him, almost climbing his body. “Why wouldn’t I be alive?” His laugh is deep, rich, and damn…it’s sexy too.
When he left, he was a boy. One I had a very serious crush on, but I never said a word to anyone. He was the older, cool kid, and I was…not. If it weren’t for Tamara and Gigi, I would’ve eaten lunch in the library, opting for solitude and fiction over the sad reality of my real life.
But Jett was popular. The girls wanted him, and the boys wanted to be him. He always had that cool factor. Something I never, even to this day, could figure out how to get a piece of for myself.
“No.” I laugh, slapping him on the chest when my feet finally touch the floor. “You left, and we never saw you again.” I shrug and snort all at the same time. I grimace and take a step back because, fuck me, why in the name of God did I have to sound like a little pig when I laughed?
As soon as I peer down at the floor, trying to avoid his haunting gaze, he moves his fingers under my chin, forcing my face upward. “I never had an extended enough leave to stick around town for very long. When I was home, you guys were away at school, getting smarter and prettier, while I was getting my ass kicked.”
Oh my God. Oh my God. Did he just say I was prettier?
No. He can’t be talking about me.
He’s just being smooth, Lily.
This is Jett after all, and he’s a world-class flirt.
Of course he’s not talking about me.
Maybe Tamara or Gigi, but not me, because I’m Lily, the nerd and the least cool chick in high school or, hell, the entire city, for that matter.
“I dropped out,” I blurt, having no filter around him just like back in high school.
Some things never change. That’s why I avoided him back in the day. Any time he was around, I literally had verbal diarrhea, saying the most embarrassing shit I’d ever heard come out of any girl’s mouth when a hot guy was around.
His fingers tighten near my neck as his eyebrows rise. “You what?”
“I dropped out of college,” I whisper like it’s a dirty secret I can’t bear to say any louder.
“Jett, Jesus. Look at you, kid,” my dad says, stalking across the room until he’s at our side.
My father’s shadow, along with his outstretched hand, causes Jett to drop his hand away from my face. “Mr. Gallo. You never change. It’s great to see you, sir.” Jett smiles, and I swear to God, the whiteness of his teeth and the sparkle of the sunshine off those babies could light up a room.
My dad shakes hands with Jett, and with his other hand, he totally feels up Jett’s bicep. “The military made a man out of you, son. A real man.”
Jett’s mouth twitches as my father gropes him because the man is obsessed with muscles. Back in the day, Dad was a total meathead and a hotshot fighter. But now, he’s all about his family and Inked.
“Thanks, sir,” Jett tells him.
Dad cranes his neck toward the back as he finally releases his hold on Jett’s ample arms. “Joe, Jett’s here.”
“Jett?” Uncle Joe yells out from the back like he heard his brother wrong, but he didn’t.
He’s here, all right. Live and in the flesh and looking more delicious than ever. There isn’t an ounce of the man that isn’t drop-dead gorgeous. Even his feet are cute, and I hate feet. His face is tanned and covered in the most perfect five-o’clock shadow even though it’s early afternoon.
I stand there, staring at Jett like he’s a celebrity and I’m an awkward fan too starstruck to form words. Jet peers over at me, winking, and I nearly faint.
“Holy fuck,” Uncle Joe says as soon as he walks into the waiting area at the front of the shop, catching sight of Jett. “It’s been two years since I’ve seen your ugly ass.”
“Uncle, you’re no prettier either, but you sure as fuck are a lot older,” Jett teases him, giving my uncle a quick bro-hug.
Uncle Joe holds on to Jet’s shoulder, soaking him in like he’s one of his own kids he hasn’t seen in forever. “Sophia didn’t say you were coming home.”
“I surprised her and Dad this morning.”
“Lily, want to go over the books one more time?” my dad asks, but I shake my head and wave him off, not answering with words. “Or would you rather me stay here all day?”
That’s all he has to say to get me moving. Pretty boy or not, I don’t want my father sticking around here, hovering over me like a rain cloud.
I turn my back, leaving Uncle Joe and Jett to talk as my father goes over the schedule one more time. I sneak a peek at the hottie, pretending to be staring at the books, but I am really watching his hands move and the muscles on his arms as they flex.
“What are you doing here? I don’t have any openings today, but I could probably fit you in.”
“No, Uncle. I didn’t come for some ink, but if I did, I’d only want you to do it.”
“We’re good, Dad. I got it. Now go home and spend time with Mom,” I say, finally turning my attention to my father, trying to push him toward the door.
“If you run into trouble, baby, just call me.” He kisses my cheek and is one step closer to being gone.
“Then what’s up?” Uncle Joe asks Jet.
“I wanted to get pierced.”
My father’s foot stops in midair like someone grabbed the damn meat stick and held him there. He turns, eyeing Jet, with one hand on the door handle.
“Well, Lily’s here.” Uncle Joe ticks his head my way. “Do you know what you want to get?”
Holy shit. Holy freaking shit. Jett wants to get pierced. That means me. I’m going to pierce the hottest boy in school. The one I daydreamed about on the regular.
Jett smirks, glancing in my direction. “A Prince Albert.”
My eyes widen.
My father’s eyes do not just widen, they almost bug out of his eye sockets. “I’m staying,” he announces, dropping his foot back to the floor and letting go of the door handle.
“Like hell you are,” Uncle Joe says, coming to my rescue. “You were leaving, so leave. Lily can do this. She’s trained and has done them before.”
I blush, thinking about the times I’ve done it with my dad watching over my back while I held a cock in my hand. Talk abou
t awkward. Besides being walked in on while having sex with someone or taking a poop, I can’t imagine anything more embarrassing.
Uncle Joe pitches his thumb over his shoulder. “If she needs help, Anthony’s here or Pike can assist.”
My dad shakes his head. “Jett’s junk is too important to let someone like Lily do it alone.”
I giggle—hearing my dad talk about Jett’s penis just sets me off, and me doing it alone.
“Listen to yourself, man.” Uncle Joe swats my father’s shoulder before pushing him backward. “Don’t worry about Jett’s junk. I know Lily can handle just about anything, including a penis.”
“Lemme die,” I whisper, covering my face with my hands to hide my red cheeks.
“It’s Jett’s penis,” my dad argues, shaking his head.
Uncle Joe crosses his arms, glaring at my father. “And his penis is special because?”
I peek through my fingers, still too mortified to look anyone in the face, especially Jett, who’s staring right at me.
“Because it’s Jett.” My dad shrugs.
“Get out of here, or else I’m calling Mia and telling her you could’ve spent the day with her but decided to babysit your twenty-one-year-old daughter instead because she had to touch a penis.”
Oh my God. I wish everyone would stop saying penis. Especially when they’re talking about Jett’s penis.
My dad throws his hands up. “I’m going, but I want a full report and expect some text messages too.”
“What details you want?” Uncle Joe sighs, rolling his eyes. “You want to know his length or some shit?”
“I’m out,” Dad says, pushing through the front door, arms flailing around as his mouth moves.
I drop my hands from my face, gawking at the front door as it swishes and my father storms out. I can’t hear him once the door closes, but the string of curse words spilling from his lips before was fierce, creative, and nothing short of profane.