Page 93 of Filthy Devil

“You’re going nomad because you’re getting married?” Rev asks. “That young whore making you leave your club, your brothers?” he asks, his face red with what I assume is anger.

But that shit isn’t going to fly. Nobody talks about James that way, and not a single fucking person is going to accuse me of being led around by my dick. Shaking my head, I press my lips together for a moment before I speak.

“That will be the one and only time you refer to James as a whore. She’s my woman, my old lady, and my fiancée. What she isnotis a whore.”

“Let Nash do what he wants. He wants to go away, travel around, then he can do whatever the fuck he wants,” Bugsy states.

I can tell he’s saying the words, and he seems to give a fuck about them, but I know he doesn’t. He is fucking thrilled to see me go. He’s wanted my spot for fucking forever. Hell,he’ll probably throw me a going-away party. I would actually be surprised if he didn’t.

“What happens to your investment in the club?” someone asks.

I could give a fuck about the ventures in the club. I’ve made plenty of money over the years. I also did something that hardly anyone does in this type of life. I fucking invested my cash. I don’t need to work. I haven’t needed club funds for at least a decade.

“Split it among yourselves equally. I walk away, and all I need is my base that I put in.”

Bugsy and Rev share a glance. I would try to read into that shit, but I decide it’s not worth it. None of it is. They’re Atomic’s problem now. I’m ready to retire and start my second life. A life with James that includes a fuckton of sex and maybe even babies if we’re lucky.

“To Nash,” Bugsy calls out, lifting his hand.

He’s got a fucking bottle of water in it, and I wonder when we became complete fucking pussies. It had to have happened around the time we left the Pineville chapter and opened the strip club.

The rest of the club cheers me, and I close my eyes, trying not to laugh. I thought this was where I needed to be, where I was wanted. But it’s not. I love the Dark Horse MC, and they’re my family, but Corpus Christi, no matter what I tried to do to make it work for me, it just doesn’t.

I just didn’t fully realize it until now. Instead of hanging around the strip club, I decide to head home. The men try to get me to stay, but I have a woman waiting for me. I’ve never wanted away from my men, my club, like I do right now, but I want to go home to my woman.

I want to start my new life with her.

Right fucking now.

Pulling the bike up the driveway, I kill the engine just as my phone buzzes in my cut pocket. Reaching inside of the inner pocket, I take out my phone and glance at the name on the screen. With a smirk, I slide my thumb across the screen and hold it to my ear.

“Dad,” Elvis murmurs.

“Elvis,” I reply as my greeting.

There is a moment of silence before he continues. “You called Atomic and told him to cease fire? What the fuck is going on?”

I almost laugh at him because it’s clear that he is confused as fuck. But instead of doing that, I tell him everything. Every fucking thing. Including the fact that we succeeded in eradicating the Southern Mafia that we once knew and bringing the men from underground to take over.

“The ceasefire was the only way I could compromise. They took the price off James’s head. And they’re staying out of the South completely. Far as I know, they’re going international, and honestly, I don’t give a fuck as long as they stay the fuck away from us,” I end with a grunt.

King doesn’t respond immediately. Then I hear him let out a heavy sigh. “Does this mean no more war?” he asks.

“Depends on what you have with the Demon Guns.”

“They’re fucking obliterated,” he says with a chuckle. “The only group we were focused on was the Southern Mafia. Now that’s done, can we possibly breathe?”

“We can breathe,” I murmur.

And we can, at least for this very moment. We may not be able to next month or even next week, but for today, we can. Elvis clears his throat, and I can tell he has something else to say.

“And James?” he asks.

“Asked her to marry me,” I state.

He chuckles. “Didn’t see that coming at all, Dad.”

I should laugh with him, but I have more to tell him. I’m not sure if he’s going to be pissed at me or maybe, since he wanted me to go back to Pineville, he might even be happy with my news.

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