“I’ve missed you too, so much. I’m never letting my father send you on a trip ever fucking again. Okay?”
After J had recovered from being shot, he had confronted my father over the whole ‘Mandy Incident’, and it had ended with them having a huge punch up. And when I say huge, I mean fucking gigantic. I’d never seen anyone take on my father like that before. They had both ended up with broken bones; it hadn’t been pretty. Dad was so angry at J afterwards that he had sent him on a two month road trip to sort out club stuff that needed sorting out. Really, I had no idea what club stuff needed sorting out, but J had gone and done his time. I think it was some sort of club bullshit where you just have to do what the President tells you to do.
He chuckled. “Yeah, babe. You tell that to your father.”
“I fucking will,” I threatened.
“Shut up, and kiss me, woman,” he ordered, and I willingly complied.
It was the most amazing kiss ever; full of the love and desire we had for each other. When we pulled apart, he said, “I love you, Madison Cole, and I am going to spend the rest of my life with you.”
I cocked my head to the side. “I love you too, J. But if that’s a marriage proposal, you’ve gotta do better than that.”
He threw back his head and laughed. God, it was good to hear that sound. When he finished laughing, his eyes met mine, and a thrill ran through me. “Mark my words, baby, we’re getting married. I’ll find a special way to ask you, but for now, you just need to know that my heart is yours. You’re the love of my life, and I’m never, ever letting you go.”
I sighed; content in the warmth of his love.
I loved this man with all my heart; he had shown me that even though life can be a bitch, love can get you through any storm.
Chapter 1
Scott
I killed the engine of my bike and removed my helmet while I surveyed the argument that was currently occurring between Madison and our father. They both appeared to be past the point of angry and Madison was jabbing her finger at his chest. It was probably time for me to step in so I left my bike and walked towards the front of the clubhouse where they were. Madison had her back to me so she didn’t see me coming but Dad did and lifted his chin at me.
“Scott.” He greeted me, minus a smile.
Madison stopped mid sentence and whipped her head around, her angry eyes narrowing as they landed on me. “Where’s J? I thought he was with you,” she said.
“He’s at Indigo sorting out some problems. What’s going on with you two?”
She scowled and went to answer me but Dad cut in. “I’ve asked Madison to come over for dinner tonight but she has refused. With J getting back yesterday, I thought it would be a good time for us all to get together and start to work through this bullshit mess we are in. You should come too.” Rather than sounding angry, he just appeared resigned.
“You created this bullshit mess,” I reminded him, “The day you decided not to keep your dick in your pants. And the day you decided to hit your wife. Don’t fuckin’ expect us to forget either of those anytime soon.” I could feel my anger levels rising but fought to remain calm. He wasn’t worth it.
Madison visibly relaxed and the scowl was wiped off her face. She turned back to Dad. “We won’t be there tonight,” she said, quieter now, less angry. And then she said to me, “Can we talk when you get some time?”
I nodded. “Sure, I’ve just got some information to share with Dad and then I’ll come find you. You’re waiting here for J?”
“Yeah. Thanks,” she replied and with one last look at Dad, she pushed through the front door and left us alone outside.
Dad stared after her for a moment, lost in thought, before addressing me, “I’ve made some bad decisions in my life and I’m fucking paying for them, but this shit with our family needs to be sorted. Your mother wants it dealt with.”
I shook my head. “Not gonna happen. And don’t play the Mum card. Jesus.” I ran my fingers through my hair and felt the beginning of a headache. Fuck, I needed a drink, or better yet, some pussy to ease it. Yeah, pussy always helped.
He contemplated what I’d said and then nodded tightly. “What do you need to tell me?”
I was over-fucking-joyed that he was moving on and not starting an argument. “Darrell quit so we need a new manager for Indigo. J’s there now sorting out staff for the next few days but until we find someone new, J and I will keep it running.” This strip club was giving us no end of problems lately.
“Good. Find someone soon though because we need you both for other stuff.”