Forever (Lost Souls MC #1) - Blue Saffire Page 0,104
account for most of that. I smile when I think about them.
“You look beautiful, Mrs. Mason,” Owen says in my ear.
I laugh. “Is everyone going to call me that today?”
“They better,” he growls, his eyes sparkling as he looks down at me.
“I love the way it sounds.”
“I do too.”
“Now, this is how you celebrate,” King croons as he holds Misty in his embrace beside us. “We’ve got a clubhouse full of bikers showing some real love.”
“Couldn’t have asked for more,” Owen says with a gorgeous smile on his lips.
“I can. This little boy is demanding I eat again,” Misty says.
I laugh. I was thinking the same thing not even a second ago. As soon as we started to dance I got hungry. However, I didn’t want to ruin the moment.
“Let’s feed my boy then,” King says. “You want something, sis?”
“Please, the fruit was so good. I can eat that and still dance.”
“We don’t have to dance if you’re hungry,” Owen says as his brows pinch with concern.
“No, I’m not ready for this to end.”
“I’ve got you,” King says and pats Owen on the back.
I can’t stop smiling as I watch King and Misty walk toward the food tables. Cage catches my eye and lifts his beer at us. I beam at him and then look up to see Owen smiling his way as well.
However, there’s something else in his expression. I slide my hands to his chest, drawing his attention. The look I caught is still there.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he says.
I frown. “Then what’s with the long face?”
“Memories. Cage has been a father to me since the day he walked into my life,” he says, pain showing in his expression.
I sway in his arms thoughtfully. I’ve never asked him how their relationship came to be. He was already with Cage when we moved in.
“He means a lot to you. How’d you become one of his kids?”
A cloud grows over his face. “He saved me from hell,” he says.
“What?”
At first, I don’t think he’s going to answer me. We continue to dance, but he’s stiff and his gaze is hard. I try to think of something to change the subject and lighten the mood. This is our wedding reception after all.
“I was seven. My real father had been beating on me for over a year. He hated that I was alive, but my mama wasn’t and he was stuck with me.
“One night he beat me to within an inch of my life and left me to die. For two days, I laid on that trailer floor in my own body fluids with broken ribs, a broken leg, and a broken arm.”
He gives a snort of disgust. “My daddy came in and out with whores to fuck, stepping right over my small body. It was the one who came to feed me after my pop passed out who called Cage and had him come get me.”
“Oh my God, babe. I—”
“No, I want you to know,” he says in a detached voice and continues. “It’s how I became a Lost Soul.”
“Okay.” I nod.
“He picked up my broken body after he beat the shit out of my pop—ending that sorry son of a bitch’s memorable life—and took me to get care. He asked me if I’d like to be his son and have a safe place to grow up and I was his boy from that day,” he says.
“Wow.”
It’s lame, but I don’t know what else to say. I cup his face and his smile comes back. I love this man so much.
“For as long as I can remember, this clubhouse has been my home. Now you know where the darkness comes from. Cage got to me before it was all too late.”
“And then he managed to bring us together without even knowing,” I say.
“Yeah, I think from that first summer home, somehow, in my heart, I knew you were my destiny.”
His words bring a huge smile to my face. I lift up on my tiptoes and Owen bends to close the distance. I kiss my husband to show him how much he’s loved.
He might be a lost soul, but he’s my lost soul.
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“Eva,” King calls as I make my way across the clubhouse headed for the back door that leads out to the yard.
I turn and smile at him. He tilts his head toward his office. I nod and go to follow him inside. I think this is that talk that’s been coming for some time now.