Page 75 of Anchor

“Aye!” the brothers shout while the women cheer, the clubwhores even smiling.

“VP?” Steal questions, noticing I didn’t say anything, and I cup my wife’s cheek, gently run my thumb along her smooth skin, and I add, “Fucking Aye,” and the brothers all cheer while my eyes race between my wife’s.

“I love you, Heaven Turner,” I say, and her eyes shine with unshed tears.

“I hope so, Travis,” she replies, making me frown. She continues, “Because I found out I’m pregnant again, three weeks….”

Emotions like no other fill me, and I whisper, “I’m going to wrap you up in bubble wrap. I’m going to treat you like the queen you are, and I fucking promise you, Heaven, you and our children will always come first, your feelings will come first. I fucking love you!”

She sniffles. “I love you, too….”

I press my lips against hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth as happiness fills me.

This amazing woman fought for so long to get over what I did, and despite the shit her mother kept spewing, despite the shit Ginger, who has been sentenced to eight years behind bars, kept throwing at her, she’s still giving me this opportunity to prove to her that I’ll never hurt her again.

I’m one lucky fucker, and I’ll never take this woman for granted again.

Epilogue

Anchor – Ten Years Later

I groan as I climb off my bike and stretch, my back killing me from being bent over my client all afternoon doing a full back piece, which is good for my bank account but bad for my fucking spine.

Damn, I sound old….

Huffing, I raise a hand to Art, who continues his path to the houses at the back of the compound, while I walk toward the clubhouse. Roughly five years ago, Steal made Art an enforcer for the club to help Pitbull and Cannon out with security and shit, and was allowed to build a house.

He’s still a player, a bachelor, but he loves his cabin built near my log house, though the fucker is always around mine, disrupting my kids. Speaking of my kids….

Smiling, I walk into the club, instantly noticing my children the my mother and Heaven’s watch during the day sometimes. However, I frown when I don’t see a certain white blonde-hairedbeauty with the other old ladies where she normally is this time of day.

“Where in the fuck is my wife?” I mumble as I look around the common room, not seeing her.

“Hey, Dad,” Micha says as he walks over, a prospect cut on, and I grin and walk over to him, replying, "Hey, Bud, you look good with the cut.”

He beams, gripping the leather and pulling it tight.

“Thanks, though I don’t know if mom has come around to it yet,” he says with a slight sadness.

I smile. “Your mother is proud of you, Micha. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t have helped me find you your Harley for your prospecting gift.”

Heaven was hesitant when Micha came home, stating he wanted to prospect for the club, but he’s nearly twenty-one and knows his mind.

He’s in college full-time, wanting to follow in my footsteps. He also knows exactly what I did to his mom twenty years ago and has ensured to never do the same; he hasn’t even had a girlfriend yet.

Fuck, he’s still a fucking virgin, something he isn’t ashamed to admit.

“Then where is she?” he asks. “I got my prospecting cut this morning, and yet she’s not here to congratulate me, and damn, I don’t want to sound needy, but a hug would have been nice.”

I frown and look around the room again.

Everyone is here, including the kids, old ladies, and even the clubwhores, who are dressed normally for the prospect’s celebration day. We do this when we have more than three prospects signing up, yet my Angel is nowhere to be seen.

“That is a good fucking question. She should have left Jimmy’s two hours ago,” I mumble, concern hitting me.

In the past ten years, Heaven’s business has picked up nicely, and she is the most sought-after lawyer this side of Brooklyn. She helps out people in need with legal issues, while continuing to work for Jimmy, going through all his contracts. She also bails us brothers out when we fuck up, and looks over our contracts for all the employees and contractors.

My wife is loyal if anything, and I’m one lucky fucker.

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