I had to remind myself that the son of bitch who did this to them would pay. That there was no need for me to seek revenge. It was mine already, and I had taken it.
I reached around her head and untied the blindfold that covered her eyes and held my breath until those sad eyes found mine.
Home.
“You,” she said, her voice raspy and the word barely a whisper.
“Me,” I promised.
“What’s going on inside that big head of yours?” She asked, holding the sides of my head in her palms as she straddled me. She leaned down, nipped my lower lip with her teeth as her blonde hair fell around us.
I wrapped my arms around her and my fingertips dug into her ass, pressing her into my morning wood.
“Thinking about how long it’s been since I’ve fucked you,” I growled, taking her hips and flipping her onto her back.
She laughed.
Best fucking sound ever.
“What’s it been a whole two hours?” She asked, before breaking into a fit of giggles as I tickled the side of her neck with the scruff lining my jaw. I hadn’t shaved in a week and I might never shave again because Reina enjoyed the rough beard forming around my face. She enjoyed it on her neck as the little course hairs tickled her sensitive skin and she really enjoyed it when they tickled her pussy.
My lips traveled down her body and her moan was just as sweet as her laugh. I spread her legs wide, sliding down until my head was positioned above her pussy and I lifted my eyes to hers.
Best fucking sight I ever saw.
“Well?” She whispered, smiling playfully back at me.
“What do you want?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes at me and slapped my shoulder. “Come on, Jack, you know what I want,” she exclaimed.
“No,” I shook my head. “What do you really want, Reina?” I asked, staring into her eyes hoping she realized I wasn’t playing around. I truly wanted to know what she wanted because I wanted to give it to her. Every goddamn thing.
“Is this a trick question?” She replied nervously.
“No, it’s a simple one,” I insisted, lifting myself up and leaning back against my haunches. “Wanna know what you want out of life, Sunshine. I want to know what it is so I can give it all to you,” I said sincerely.
“I’ve got everything I want,” she whispered, taking her lower lip between her teeth and biting down so hard she probably drew blood.
“You wanna get married?” I blurted.
Her eyes became wide as saucers and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing.
“What?” She croaked.
I cocked my head to the side watching as she stared at me silently. I ran my finger along the curve of her breast as I decided what to say, how to put everything I felt into words, how to give her everything.
“Did it once before,” I started, taking my eyes off her breasts and finding her eyes. “And for all the wrong reasons. Still, got two beautiful gifts from it and I could only imagine what gift I’d get if it was for the right reasons,” I added. “I’m no young stud,” I continued as she brought her hand to her mouth to cover her smile. I reached down and pulled it away from her face, leaning down to press a kiss to that smiling mouth. “Let me finish,” I insisted.
“I’m sorry,” she said, eyes shining back at me.
“I’d do it all again, with you, only you,” I said softly.
“Me,” she whispered.
“You,” I affirmed.
“I love you, Jack Parrish,” she said as she reached up and brought my lips down to hers.
“Love you too, Sunshine,” I said against her mouth before I tickled her all over with my growing beard, starting with the place she desired it most.
The End
Epilogue
I followed the hearse past the gates of Green-Wood cemetery with Reina on the back of my bike clutching my leather jacket. I pulled up along the site of the plot, killed the engine of my bike as the gravediggers helped the undertaker move the casket to its final resting spot.
I took Reina’s hand from my chest, stretched it outward and glanced at the rock on her finger. She wanted to be my wife but wasn’t in a rush. Of course she wasn’t, she was twenty-eight—I was the one who was pushing forty. She wanted to have a kid, and I suggested we start working on that as soon as possible. She wanted to have big family dinners on Sundays and didn’t care if it was at our house or the clubhouse just as long as everyone was all together. She wanted season tickets for the Yankees and she demanded I take her riding two nights a week.
I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed her softly, a reminder that I promised to give all those things to her. I was a man of my word. She climbed off the bike first, taking my hand in hers as I dismounted before giving her hand a squeeze. I looked over her shoulder at the bikes that followed me here and two cars.
My club, all of my brothers, except for one stood next to their bikes. Behind them was Anthony Bianci’s car and behind his car was Connie’s. Reina and I walked the length of the recession to the final car and I knocked on the passenger window.
Connie rolled down her window and looked up at me.