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was shot, I wave goodbye to the Aces and jog over to climb in the back.
“Sorry,” I say. “Let’s go see how Cormac is doing.”
Wirth
I’ve got the rear axle out of Maeve’s car, and I’m working on getting the new one installed, when I spot her standing outside the open garage door, shifting her weight nervously from one foot to the other.
“You can come in,” I finally call to her.
“You don’t have to do this right now,” Maeve says when she comes into the shop, her heels clicking on the concrete.
“It needs doing. Now is as good a time than any,” I reply.
“Why didn’t you come by the house earlier when they let us go?”
“Wasn’t sure if you would want to see me,” I admit.
“See you? I want to do more than see you,” she says. “I owe you so much…”
“You don’t owe me shit. I’ve told you that from the beginning,” I snap at her. I don’t want another second of this…whatever this is with her, to be about trading favors.
“And that makes me want you even more,” Maeve says, coming up and wrapping her arms around my neck.
As she moves closer, I notice a dark tinting around her throat, bruising in the shape of big ass hands. “What the fuck happened? Did one of the guys hurt you?”
“It’s nothing,” she says, brushing it off. “Hunt was angry with me and he had every right to be upset. Can you really blame him? I deserved it.”
“And he’ll deserve my fists slamming into his goddamn face,” I threaten.
“No, Wirth. Please just let it go. Please?” she begs and it makes it nearly impossible for me to refuse her anything, even this. At least for now... “I’ve put you in enough danger as it is. And I’m so sorry, about everything. I can’t tell you how much it means that you got everything settled between the Irish and the MC. I don’t think I’ve ever met a man like you before. It’s no excuse, but my history with men has left me very…jaded.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” I mutter.
“The first man I was ever with bought my virginity from my father,” she says. It’s one of the most vile, disgusting things I’ve ever heard. In fact, I can’t even begin to understand the type of person who could do that.
“I’m sorry that happened to you, doll,” I tell her, and she shakes her head.
“I couldn’t believe that not only did the person I trusted more than anyone do that to me, but that a stranger could also be so callous. It felt like…like I didn’t have anyone on my side at the time and that I probably never would. But I was wrong,” Maeve says. “I’m not telling you what happened in my past to try and gain your pity. It’s just an explanation for why I wouldn’t let myself trust that you were a good man.”
“I don’t know if I’m a good man or not,” I admit to her. “I just want to make you happy and keep you safe.”
“And that’s all I need,” she agrees, pressing her lips to mine. Pulling away, she adds with a smile, “Amazing sex doesn’t hurt either.”
“No, it does not,” I agree. “But that’s only the beginning,” I promise her.
Epilogue
Wirth
A week later…
“Wake the fuck up! It’s homecoming day, motherfucker!” Devlin exclaims as all five of us barge into the bedroom at Joanna’s house. Last night she finally made the call, telling Nash that Fiasco had been fever free for four days, had finished up the antibiotics, and that his wounds were healing great.
“Go to hell,” Fiasco says before he covers his head with a pillow.
“Fine, we will, but we’re taking you with us,” Malcolm declares as he rips the pillow away from the grumpy man and Silas pulls the bedsheets off of him. Thankfully, he’s wearing a pair of boxer briefs or the joke would’ve been on us.
“Go easy on him!” Joanna warns from the doorway. “He’s still healing from two gunshots.”
“I’ll take his shit to the car,” Nash says as he throws Fiasco’s clothes and all into his bag. On the way out of the bedroom, he pulls a thick envelope from his back pocket and hands it to his sister. Not that she knows that yet. Maybe he’s never going to tell her.
“You’ve already paid me plenty,” Joanna says.
“Take it,” Nash insists. “For the time you missed from work and meds you had to steal. Least we can do.”
The rest of us know that it’s more than that – Lucy told Nash that Joanna’s bank account was low and that her mortgage was two months late.
“Thank you,” the woman finally agrees before she takes the envelope.
“No, thank you,” Nash replies before he walks out of the room with Fiasco’s things.
“If you all have any other medical emergencies, you know where to find me,” Joanna says, which is nice of her to offer.
“You’re a goddamn saint,” Malcolm says, kissing her cheek on the way out with Silas and Devlin behind him.
“What the fuck am I supposed to wear home?” Fiasco asks when he looks around and all his clothes are gone.
“Hold on,” Joanna says before she goes to the closet, Fiasco watching her just as closely as before whenever I visited. Pulling out a blue robe, she takes it over to Fiasco and helps him put his arms in it.
“Nice look, man,” I tease him. “Now let’s go,” I say when I start for the door, in a hurry to get back to my woman, who is at the pool hall with the rest of the old ladies, preparing a welcome back bash for Fiasco.
“At least you’re all covered up now,” Joanna says to Fiasco. Glancing over my shoulder, I see her pulling the two sides of the robe together and then Fiasco’s hands shoot out, cradling her face in his hands to kiss her.
I should’ve kept walking, but I’m too stunned to look away.
It’s a surprisingly gentle, sweet kiss, one that goes on and on until there’s definite moaning coming from both of them.
Holy shit.
“Fiasco!” I yell to get his attention before the other guys come back.
Both of them jump like they didn’t realize they had an audience to their moment. Joanna’s face is flushed as she takes a step back while Fiasco doesn’t seem inclined to leave.
“Come on, buddy,” I say when I go over to grab his elbow and urge him along. “You’re still surviving two gunshot wounds. No reason to make Nash add a third or a fourth.”
“It would be worth it,” Fiasco says.
“What?” Joanna asks. “Why would Nash care…”
“Ah, see ya, Joanna. Thanks again for everything!” I call back before hurrying Fiasco out of the house. I’d rather not start answering questions today and avoid whatever fallout might come from Fiasco, Joanna, and Nash all airing out their laundry.
Although, I get the feeling that it’s only a matter of time before that shit goes down and takes a piece of the Dirty Aces MC with it.
The End for Now…
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