“No, he won’t. You know that it’s going to be a girl, now, don’t you?” I tell them, and they both wince. “She’s going to have so many men around her that no one is ever going to be able to date her, and if they do, they’re going to have to be as confident as the two of you put together.”
They glance at each other once again.
“Okay, Angel,” Saint says, but I know he’s placating me. “Have you eaten?”
“Not yet. I was waiting on you,” I semi-lie. I was going to but got distracted.
He takes my hand and pulls me toward him. “We’ll rectify that now.”
I turn my head to West. “Thank you.” He’s sweet under all that gruffness.
“Welcome.”
“Food,” Saint says, and I laugh, following him out of the garage.
“I heard you,” he says into the darkness. We’ve been lying naked in bed, me in his arms, for the past twenty minutes. “When you were talking to your dad this morning.”
I turn in his arms and look at him. My hand reaches out and touches his face. I love when we’re like this, so comfortable and so content in being with each other. “What did you hear?”
“All of it. As soon as you left the room, I woke up. I followed you out, and you were talking to your dad.”
“Okay,” I respond softly, uncertain as to where this is leading.
“I fucking love you,” he growls. “But I’m not too good for you, far fucking from it. You’re my fucking talisman. Your beacon shines brightly in my darkest hours. Trust me, Angel, I’m not a good man, never have been and never will be.”
I caress his jaw, my fingers running across his stubble. “To me you are. You’re my everything,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss against his lips.
“Don’t say shit like that,” he growls, rolling me onto my back.
“What? Wh—” My words cut off as his tongue invades my mouth.
“You make me want to fuck you,” he snarls, his lips once again capturing mine.
“Who said that was a bad thing?” I say once I’m able to regain my breath.
He smirks. “Oh, Angel, you have no idea what you’ve started.”
My hand reaches down, and I take his cock in my hand. “Oh, but I think I do.”
He moves out of my reach, and I pout.
“Te amo, mi angel,” I love you, my angel, he tells me as he thrusts into me.
“Te amo,” I gasp as he fills me. This is where I belong. Right here with him, with the man I love.
Epilogue
Saint
One year later.
I hear her soft little murmurs, and before she can cry, I get out of bed, careful not to disturb my wife. Leaning over the cot, I watch as our daughter’s eyes light up like it’s Christmas, her chubby arms and legs kicking as if she’s excited, while she tries to eat her fist. At only six months old, Hope West has the club wrapped around her little finger. Not one of the brothers can refuse her anything, especially her grandfather.
I pull her close, and she lets out a little sigh, nuzzling her head into my chest. The perfect mixture of my angel and me, the both of us. “You hungry, baby girl?”
She speaks to me in her own mumbles, as if she understands everything I am saying. Her blue eyes, so much like her mom’s, twinkle.
As soon as I open the door, West is coming out of his room. “She okay?”
I nod. “Yeah, hungry.”
West grins, taking a step closer, looking down at his niece, softly touching his big fist against hers, making her giggle. West’s eyes light up as if she has granted him three wishes.
Her lip quivers, and that right there has my body tensing and West racing for the kitchen to get a bottle ready. We can ride into any situation—the devil himself could turn up, and we’d tell him to suck our dicks—but when my little girl’s lip quivers and her eyes water, it has every brother here falling over themselves to get her whatever she needs.
“You spoil her.”
I turn at her voice. God, she gets more beautiful with every day that passes. My angel. Her hair is messy as it falls around her shoulders, her eyes heavy from being tired, and she’s dressed in one of my t-shirts. I’ve never seen a more beautiful female. It was so worth the punches I took once everyone found out that I had gone behind their backs and slept with her. I didn’t give a fuck. She was mine then and even more so now. West and Reaper were the last ones to punch me. Fuck, they both have a mean right hook and definitely didn’t hold back. Harla was mad as hell at them, but I told her it’s our way of life. She gets it. Doesn’t mean she liked it, but she understood.
She walks up to our daughter, kissing her head softly before whispering soothing words, and just when I thought I couldn’t love my angel more, I was wrong. Seeing her as a mother, the bond between them and the way she treats Hope with such gentleness, causes my breath to catch every time.
“Go back to bed, Angel. I’ve got this.”
On a yawn, she nods, before standing on her tiptoes and placing a quick kiss against my lips, then another one on Hope’s head.
As soon as we walk into the kitchen, I see West testing out the milk on his wrist, Reaper there with a coffee. Upon seeing his granddaughter, his entire demeanor changes. He’s more relaxed, his eyes shining brightly, and he has a huge ass smile on his face.
Hope starts fussing, causing West to bring over the bottle. I hold it against her lips and she instantly takes it, her eyes wide, watching the whole world around her, full of love and trust. And I swear she will never know any different.
She might live in a world where chaos surrounds her, but she will only know peace.
“How’s my girl,” Reaper coos. If his enemies could see him now as Hope gives him a milky smile… I swear that man turns from the Reaper himself, into a puppy.
“Church tomorrow morning,” he informs us.
West and I both nod as she starts taking her bottle again.
“How’s Callie?” I ask, turning my attention to West.
West grins. “Got a year left. Fuck, man, I can’t wait.”
West proved to everyone that Callie was his girl. He visits her every weekend he can, takes her to Mick’s cabin when she has some time off. He hasn’t made it official yet, but everyone knows he’s with her, and after refusing the Sweet butts, they soon got the message too.
West kisses Hope’s head before I head back into the room. My angel smiles up at me, her dark hair dancing around the pillow like a halo.
She sits up. “Couldn’t sleep without you.”
Blush touches her cheeks as I sit next to her, placing a soft kiss on her lips as our daughter finishes the last of her milk.
I laugh when a soft hand lands on my jaw. Looking down, I see a milky smile and big blue eyes twinkling at me.
“D-d-dada.”
Both Harla and I freeze.
“Did she—”
Harla laughs. “Oh, you clever girl. West!” She bangs on the wall, and within seconds, his big frame storms in, body tense and ready.
“Hope spoke. She said her first word!” Harla practically squeals.
I continue to stare at our daughter in complete awe, her eyes never leaving mine.
“D-d-dada.” She smiles again.
“Fuck, man.” He squeezes my shoulder, knowing what this means.
Everything.
He walks out quietly, giving the three of us the time we need.
“Yes, I'm your daddy, and I promise you, Hope, I will love you always.”
She yawns at my words, her eyes heavy as she snuggles in. I walk her over to her cot, pulling the pink blanket up and tucking it under her arms, making sure she’s warm and secure. I take a moment just to stare at her. She has already changed so much.
“Baby.” I turn at my angel’s voice, dropping my jeans and taking off my vest before sliding into bed. I bring her body close, so she’s practically lying on me.
“You okay?” she whispers into the darkness, those icy blue eyes of hers so bright and fu
ll of love for me.
An angel that fell in love with the devil.
I thought Reaper and the brothers had saved me, but I had just been surviving, because it was a five-foot-four angel who really brought me back to life, who showed me that love is real.
I nod as emotions fill me. I kiss her, showing her everything I feel, everything I am thankful for.
“Te amo, mi angel.” I love you, my angel, I whisper against her lips.
ABOUT KL HUMPHREYS
KL Humphreys lives in Ireland with the love of her life and her baby girl. In a way, the world has him to thank for her debut novel, Deadly Hunt. After years of thinking about writing the story that had been dying to get out of her head, she finally confided in her other half. He gave her all the encouragement she needed to get the story out, he has been with her every step of the way.
KL loves music, especially pop, R'n'B and rap and if she's writing you will find it playing somewhere nearby. She also loves all romance novels but of course, Romantic Suspense is her go-to genre. When she isn't writing it...it's a good bet she is curled up somewhere reading it.
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ABOUT NATALIE HILL
Natalie fell in love with beautiful words and the adventure of stories from a young age.
She is happily married and mum to 3 amazing girls. Natalie has been writing for years but only recently took the plunge to publish this year after two close friends gave her the much- needed push she needed.
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