Page 166 of Romeo

He could’ve had Booger drive him back to Knights territory after Easy and Shade dropped him back off at the roach motel early this morning. He had an opportunity to escape all of this.

He didn’t.

Instead, he put on his damn clothes and had that asshole prospect take him over to Maddie’s home earlier.

To sit down to dinner with her fucking family.

“Second thoughts?” Cage asked on a laugh. “Betcha his asshole’s puckered so damn tight he’d explode if he had to fart.”

“Same as yours when your surprise baby was dropped off at your fuckin’ doorstep. Right?”

“Speaking of… How many kids you got out there?” Trip asked.

Romeo could honestly answer, “Zero. Know how to prevent crib lizards.” He glanced at the Fury’s road captain and added, “Unlike some others.”

“Damn,” Deacon whispered and dropped his head to hide his chuckle.

“All right, let’s get back to business here,” Trip ordered. “Got better things to do than listen to you assholes trade insults. Let’s wrap this shit up.”

Romeo agreed. He had better things to do than be there.Like talk to Maddie and figure shit out. She was easier on the eyes than any of these motherfuckers.

“Just to be clear,” Trip continued. “You’re claimin’ her, right?”

Was he finally pulling the trigger? “Yeah.”

The Fury prez glanced at Shade. “You good with that?”

It took forever and a fucking day for Shade to answer. In fact, they waited so long that Ozzy finally yelled, “Jesus Christ, brother! You good with this one claimin’ your girl or not? A simple fuckin’ question only needs a simple fuckin’ answer.”

“If that’s what she wants but need some guarantees first.”

But was that whatshewanted? Or was she being forced into this? Or did she make up her mind in the time between their discussion in his motel room and sitting down to dinner?

“She tell you that?”

Shade turned to look at him. “You fucked up her life. You gotta fix that shit.”

“Becomin’ my ol’ lady’s gonna fix that?”

“It better,” Shade answered.

He had no fucking clue how that would work. He guessed he’d figure it out.

Or be stuck with a woman bitter about being stuck with him.

Like a goddamn arranged marriage.

Ice slithered down his spine.

He tried to swallow but it was close to impossible.

It was happening. His bachelor days were coming to an end. He’d no longer be able to smash and dash.

“Already can guess what those guarantees are,” Trip said impatiently, “so let me get to them so we can get the fuck outta here…” He met Romeo’s eyes. “Gonna keep your dick inyour pants? No sweet butts, no hang-arounds, no randoms?”

“Hope to.”

Someone made a loud buzzing noise. “Wrong fuckin’ answer.”

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