Hammer (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #9) - Dani Wyatt Page 0,28

She ducks out of his grasp, spins on the spot and lands a jab right into his throat, his eyes going wide as she crushes his windpipe. A second later, she grabs the gun out of his hand and sweeps it over the guys standing around before turning it on Grit.

“Guys, I’m an attorney. You all know what that means. This ends right this fudging moment.”

The Seminoles raise their hands, a few of them chuckling at Grit, who’s still struggling to breathe. He’ll be fine, but I don’t think his pride will ever recover.

“You’ve had your moment, I’d say everything is settled, wouldn’t you?” She casts her eyes over the gathered crowd, settling on Skate. “Wouldn’t you?”

He grumbles under his breath. “He still hasn’t paid for what he…”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He turns his eyes down.

“Good, because I don’t think you want a whole courtroom to hear how your pussy asses were taken down by a girl, right?”

Troy starts to chuckle, along with the other members of the Heartlands. My little firecracker.

“Looks like it’s time you were on your way, guys,” Troy says, crossing his arms over his chest. “I ever see any of your faces around here again, I’ll set the lawyer on you.”

There are a few grumbles, but I hear the words fair is fair among them as Skate grabs Grit by the scruff of his neck and they head for their bikes.

And then Robin runs my way, throwing her arms around me, and I know that all is right with the world.

As soon as we’re back inside, Robin grabs my hand and pulls me towards the back. The other guys start to laugh knowingly, but I shoot them a look and they fall silent. I know they want to celebrate the win with us, but we were in the middle of something before the Seminoles interrupted, after all.

“We’ll save you a beer,” Troy says with a chuckle as he heads behind the bar.

“Tequila,” me and Robin say at the same time, and I meet her eyes.

“There’s something I need to talk about with you. In private,” she says.

I nod. “Me too.”

When we’re safely behind the closed door in the back room, she turns to me, still breathing heavy. “That was quite invigorating.”

I laugh. “You’re telling me. Where did you learn to move like that?”

Robin shrugs. “I meet people in my line of business.”

“Well, let’s get one thing straight. I don’t ever want you risking yourself like that again. Got it? In future, you let me handle things. I don’t want any risk of you getting hurt. I’m there to protect you, okay?”

She nods. “That’s kind of what I need to talk to you about. I do love you, Rob, but I have to come clean. My career is important too. I know you’ll never leave your family here, and I get that, but there are things I have to do with my life. I have to help people, I have to protect people. I’m doing that here, but it’s not enough, I want my life to mean something. As soon as I can, I want to head out east.”

I draw a deep breath, nodding. “And I’ll follow you.”

“What? No, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking, I’m telling you. This isn’t even a discussion. My Mom and Dad are back east anyway, and with the Satan’s Seminoles dealt with, there’s nothing to stop us.”

“You’re from out east?”

I nod. “Sure am. The Burg. There are things I haven’t told you, and I will, but know this, baby: you’re stuck with me. From now until the end of time.”

She grins. “Are you sure? I mean, won’t you miss the Heartlands MC?”

“I will, but just because we’re not living here doesn’t mean we can’t visit. They’re family, and they always will be, but you’re my family first. Or, whatever, you know, maybe you could start something closer by. The club is always looking for good investments. Either way, we’ll work it out.” I pull open the drawer beside the bed and reach inside. “Baby, you’re my family, I mean that. Wherever you go, I’ll follow. I want us to always be together.”

Grabbing the little box inside the drawer, I turn to her with a grin, and drop down onto one knee.

“Hamm—Rob, what are you doing?”

“I love you, Robin.”

“I love you, too. What are you? Is that…? Oh my god…”

I slip the ring onto her finger. “Marry me. Please. I know I don’t deserve you, but your mine anyway.”

There are