Page 14 of Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation 12
I place my gun back in the holster and grab a zip tie to bind the fucker’s wrists.The idiot thinks he can make a run for it and I’m about to reach for my gun again when Lyla skillfully kicks out and makes the fucker bounce off the pavement.
Concern grabs my heart in a tight grip for a mere second, but common sense hits soon after.Lyla trains in the ring with her brothers lots of times.Which means her body is used to these kinds of movements and I’m sure it’s not a risk for the baby.Fuck.I didn’t know my level of protectiveness would grow when it comes to this woman.
“Nice move,” I compliment her, instead of voicing my concerns.
She smirks.“I have to if I’m gonna keep up with my puzzle partner in crime.”
I shoot her a grin while I tighten the zip tie around the fucker’s wrist.“Can you check on the woman while I call this in?”
Lyla nods and tucks away her gun as I reach for my phone.It costs us two hours to explain everything, file a report, and hand the fucker over to the local authorities.Our breakfast was put on hold, but since it involved an employee of the diner they were aware of the situation.
They offered us a free breakfast, and we gracefully accepted.This incident fucked up our schedule and by the time we visited the museum and had the full tour, we were both too damn tired to check out the restaurant.Which is why we picked up some food to take with us to Lyla’s hotel room.
At least we were able to check out two of the four places all the victims had in common.Bee sent us a list of missing persons who also booked vacations concerning the deals offered.After crashing for a few hours, I woke up early to check through these details while Lyla still sleeps beside me.
Yesterday showed how strongheaded my old lady is.I specifically told her to stay put, which she completely ignored and had my back.Fucking surprised me when she pulled a gun.I didn’t even know she had a permit to carry one.
It showed how well she fits into my life, and I shouldn’t worry about her.Yet, the way she’s been out cold since her head hit the pillow these past three nights also shows she needs to listen to her body.Not that I would interfere.
Broken Deeds is filled with strong old ladies, first and second generation.If I’ve learned one thing it’s to respect a woman’s limits and boundaries.I’m guessing the ability to bite my tongue will be tested in the months to come.Somehow, I have a feeling Lyla won’t put her health, or that of our baby, on the line.
A family.Our family.My family.
Warmth spreads through my veins.My club brothers have all settled down over the years.It shows how our dangerous line of work can be perfectly balanced.The first generation did it before us, and created a legacy we continue.
The urge to message Lynn–the former president’s old lady and Archer’s mother–arises.She’s been rooting for me and Lyla from the start, even if we didn’t appreciate the interference.Lynn is basically the mother of all and will always support any member and has unlimited advice.Even if you don’t want or need it.
Lynn.Nice strong name.I place a hand over Lyla’s stomach.Lyla covers my hand with hers and gives me a sleepy smile.
“What about Lynn?”I murmur.
“Lynn?”Lyla croaks with a voice filled with sleep.
Clarifying my suggestion I add, “As a name for our girl, or do you think my prez would be pissed?”
Lyla scoots back and sits up against the headboard.“When I found out I was pregnant the name Moxie popped into my head.Though, I like Lynn as well.We should ask her first, though.Yet, I think she’d be thrilled to have a kid named after her.Remember how she wants the third generation of Broken Deeds to be an all-female motorcycle club?”
Laughter rips from me.“True.Our daughter will have the option of becoming a member.Maybe we could change Lynn a bit to Lynne with an E.”
“Adding an E for extraordinary,” Lyla chuckles.“Lynn will love it.”
“Moxie Lynne Foley,” I muse.“Does have a nice ring to it, don’t you think?Just as nice as Lyla Foley.Yeah, we should get married later this week and have Lynn arrange everything.She’d be thrilled.”
Lyla narrows her eyes at me.“Did you just throw out one sentence and decided we’re engaged and picked a date for us to marry along with it?”
I reach out to cup her face, loving the way she leans into my touch.“Sure did.You already agreed to give us another shot.To be mine again, and this time I’d like to have you in all ways possible.”
Her pupils dilate, letting me know her body fills with desire in equal amounts as mine.Leaning in, I kiss her gently, but as soon as her tongue strokes mine I have the feral need to devour every inch of her.
