Page 19 of Sniper

I swallow and admit, “The woman I’m seeing doesn’t know I’m in an MC.” He sits back in shock, and I put my hands up in defense. “I didn’t lie to her, I just omitted the truth. I just….” I run a hand through my hair in frustration. “The women in this town only want us brothers for the patch. Fuck’s sake, Hunter, women upon women come forward claiming to be pregnant and shit, I just wanted to make sure she wants me for me, and the garage…fuck, Hunter, it’s my business. I built it with blood and fucking tears; I don’t know how to part from it.”

Snake nods. “I can understand that, brother.” He chews his bottom lip, and then adds, “How about we hold off for a few months? I’ll inform the brothers that you want a bit more time to build the business, and when you're ready, we’ll sell your garage and use the funds for the new one, so you don’t feel like the club has taken over your business.”

I think for a moment, not at all shocked he figured out my problems, before nodding, knowing he’ll keep to his word. “I can get on board with that.”

He smiles and claps his hands, rubbing them together. "Alright, that’s settled, then. I’ll let you go.” I raise a brow at him, and he smirks. “Brother, I saw you checking your watch at least seven times.”

I snort and stand, stating, “Actually, it was five, thank you very fucking much.”

Snake grins. “I can’t wait to meet the woman who has you tangled up like this.”

Giving him the middle finger, I leave the room, and grab my phone from the prospect standing at the door, my brother’s laughter following me.

Shaking my head, I go to the front door, already running late, and the fact I can’t ride my bike fucking sucks, and not because we have Autumn, either, but because it’s going to take me longer to get to her.

Sighing, I walk over to my truck just as my phone pings, and I wince. I know who it is. I grab it to check, expecting her to be upset, but reading her words, anger hits.

Ten minutes later, I park near the gate to the playground.

“Fucking woman,” I mutter under my breath.

I was late picking her up, so she decided to fucking walk!

I swear I’m going to spank her ass one of these days.

I smile when I see Autumn giggling as my girl, the woman who has fucking entranced me out of nowhere, pushes her on the swing.

My eyes take in Aurora’s long, denim skirt, and sweater. Her hair is up in her usual messy bun, and her smile is bright for her daughter.

Fuck, she’s stunning, and doesn’t even realize it.

Sighing, I walk through the gate and head her way, my eyes on her and Autumn. When I get close, I state, “You know I fixed your car for you to drive, Firecracker.”

Her head whips my way, and her gorgeous, intense green eyes sparkle when they see me, making my heart pound and my body tremble.

It’s only been a fucking month, and she’s wormed her way into my heart.

She grins. “I didn’t see the point of driving here when I knew you were meeting us. Besides, it’s not my fault you were forty minutes late. I have a two-year-old who got bored waiting. Honestly, maybe you should be grateful I’m not screaming and shouting at you for being late, I mean that’s what most women do when they are upset, right?”

I smirk and mutter, “There’s my Firecracker,” making her giggle, the sound hitting my chest.

Fuck, I’m falling, and I’m falling fast, and yes, I’m fucking scared. Me, the big, bad biker is fucking scared of falling.

She smiles. “It’s okay, Theo, I promise. Autumn liked the little walk, and I knew you’d meet us and give us a lift back.”

I hum and walk over to her, wrapping my arm around her waist, my lips touching her neck.

I want to say I was a gentleman who only pecked her cheek on our first date, but I wasn’t. I kissed her hard and fucking fast, making sure she understood our date didn’t end as friends; it ended with us starting a relationship.

The date was fucking amazing. I took her and Autumn to the seaside, then for some food. I ensured she had a good time, kept touching her hand and back, and rubbed her hair between my fingers, all while I carried the perfect little girl—not once getting food on my face.

I made them my family, and she didn’t have a chance in hell of retreating.

Aurora stops the swing when Autumn notices me, squealing in delight, making me chuckle. I lift her out of the bucket seat, holding her close. Her little hands go to my cheeks, squeezing them, and I grin.

“You want some ice cream, Princess?” I ask Autumn, feeling Aurora’s eyes on me.

Autumn nods vehemently, making us chuckle, and I hold her on my right hip, and turn to my girl, wrapping my left arm around her waist. She comes to me willingly, leaning against me as we walk over to the ice cream stand on the other side of the playground.

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