Page 41 of Sinful Secrets

I stop and look at her. “Of course I will.”

“No, I mean, not just the sex, I mean in general. She's still learning life, she's still so innocent in so many ways and with what happened to her, I can’t imagine what she's has been going through.” Flo sighs.

I take her hand in mine. “Trust me when I say she is it for me, she isn’t going anywhere, and I will do my best not to fuck it up. Is that a good enough promise for you?” I ask.

She smiles and nods. “You looove her, you want to marry her, you want to have babies with her,” she teases,

“Flo, shut the fuck up,” I warn.

She laughs. “Khan and Talitha kissing in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g, first comes love, then comes––”

“Sweetheart, leave him alone.” Rip smirks, interrupting her.

“Oh, I was just teasing Rusty.” She laughs, mocking my name.

“I swear I am going to kill that fucking doctor,” I groan. Rip grabs my bags and Flo pushes me in the wheelchair out of the hospital. “I'm not so comfortable with you pushing me in a wheelchair, I've seen your driving,” I point out and she clips me around the back of the head. “Ow, hey, careful, I'm the patient. I've been shot, remember?” I protest to Flo.

“You were shot in the chest, not the head, so stop your whining, and for the record, there is nothing wrong with my driving,” she huffs.

I snort. “Yeah, that dent just magically appeared.” She slaps me around the head again. “Ow, fucker,” I complain. “Pres, control your woman.”

“Shut the fuck up, and, sweetheart, he has a point. They're trucks, not bumper cars.” Rip laughs as she hits him too.

As we park up outside the club, I smile. The music is loud. “Doc said no parties,” I point out.

Rip turns around to face me. “You try telling a bunch of bikers they can’t party when their brother is coming home from the hospital after being shot.”

“Good point.” I laugh. “I can have one drink, right?”

“One, and I mean one. I will be watching you,” Flo threatens. They help me out of the truck, and I shuffle through the door. The smell of alcohol, cigarettes and pussy fills the air. I take a deep breath and smile.

“I'm fucking home, brothers!”

They all cheer. Club bunnies saunter up to me, their tits on full display, handing me a beer. “Welcome home, baby,” they purr. I take the beer and ignore them, looking for her. I can’t see her anywhere.

“Where’s Bambi?” I yell to Rip.

His eyes scan the room. “I will find her,” he states, storming off. Brothers greet me and I spot Rubble by the bar and smile.

“Well, fuck me, if it ain’t good to see you, brother!” I state, slapping him on the back.

“Yeah, well, I heard that your dumbass got shot, so I had to come back,” he jokes.

“You back for good?” I ask.

He nods. “Yeah, as long as you lot vote me back in and…” He stops mid-sentence, something catching his eye across the room. I turn and look, seeing Serena walking in.

I shake my head. “Don’t fucking go there, brother,” I warn.

“I know the fucking code, I ain’t going nowhere near her,” he snaps, his gaze never leaving her.

“Playing with fucking fire, brother,” I state as I walk off in search of Bambi. I head down the hall and see Rip. “Found her?”

He smiles, flicking his head in the direction of my room. “Welcome home, brother.” He winks before walking off. I walk into my room and find Bambi dressed in some seriously fucking hot lingerie.

“Fuck me,” I groan, kicking the door closed behind me.

“I asked the girls what a good welcome home present is, and well, they suggested this, said it was a good welcome home present for their man. Um, they took me shopping, I got a few more too if you do not like this one,” she says nervously, fiddling with the lace.

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