Page 43 of Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation 12

We should have, but then again...waiting will never give what the heart wants right now.Everything can wait, except for an expression of love to let someone know how freaking special he or she is.

A giggle slips from me.“Yet we will still be waiting.”

“I can live with that.”Pax smirks.

Thank fuck, he lives, my mind offers.I hold my smile and step back to let the others take my place to talk to Pax.

– PAX –

My gaze keeps finding Lyla and every damn time her eyes are locked on me.There might be a stunning smile tugging at her gorgeous lush lips, but I can see the underlying worry on her face.

She’s right to worry.I feel like shit.My head still hurts and so does almost every other inch of my body.Fucking weird, though.One moment I’m watching Della crashing down from the ceiling with a fucking knife in her hand, the next...lights out.

Everything could have ended, and I’d never know what it would feel like to be married to my old lady.To watch our child come into this world, see her grow up.Share every-fucking-thing with my woman until we’re gray and old.

We needed a second chance to get together, and this damn well feels like a second chance at life.One I’m not going to let slip through my fingers.Not when there are so many things left to lose.

“I’m telling you, man, Archer didn’t even have to write the report.”Ganza bumps his shoulder against Archer.“He could have simply turned in the images on the videotapes we found.You can clearly see Della when she was sixteen years old killing her own damn mother.Afterwards, her father comes in, freaks out and then hours later they clean everything up together.”

Archer shakes his head.“One fucked-up family.The other tape showed Samuel arguing with his wife, or ex-wife.He pushed her and she hit her head.Della and Samuel both got rid of the body.Everything is on camera since Della has a system with years of backup.All victims are on tape, case is solved and closed.”

“Thank fuck.”I lean back and mutter, “I’m gonna take a few days off before you give me a new case.Although, I might skip it if it’s another serial killer.”

The fuckers snicker while Archer states, “Noted, your next case won’t be a serial killer case.”

Many faces are at my bedside and yet I crave to have one closer.

“I like seeing you fuckers,” I rumble, drawing everyone’s attention.“But I’m ready to have a little peace and quiet time with my old lady.So, if y’all don’t mind...get the fuck out.”

Snickers flow through the room and they are quickly replaced by well wishes as they leave the room.I raise my hand and relish in the feeling of her fingers gliding over my palm.Moving my tired ass, I free up some space in the bed and Lyla instantly understands my silent demand.She crawls into bed with me and I sigh happily when I finally have her in my arms.

“You weren’t hurt, were you?”I murmur.

Snuggling closer against my chest, she sighs.“No.Only a small panic attack when you went down.”

“A small one, eh?”I tease.

She groans.“I know accidents happen and bad shit can hit anytime, anywhere.But please, always keep on living, okay?”

“Okay,” I promise, even if both of us are aware no one is able to control anything in life, except for the small shit.

Small shit like right here, holding her close while her breathing is starting to even out.She’s clearly exhausted.Bee whispered to me how Lyla has been by my side all hours of the day.All of the old ladies have been in and out of the hospital to make sure Lyla was taken care of.

Broken Deeds is one hell of a brotherhood.If one of us takes a hit, everyone else will step up and make sure to be there and take on anything that needs to be done.I’m damn thankful to be a member and give my unborn child the solid promise of a large family.

A family filled with nutcases in a good and solid way.We fight together to make this world safer.A good place for everyone.It was my motivation and drive day in, day out until life took me for a spin.

Having an old lady, a little one on the way to kick off our own family, my life suddenly thrown in the balance; all these things make you faceplant with reality.I might have landed my ass in the hospital because I worked a case, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop.

If anything, I’m more driven than ever to bring criminals to justice.Not now, though.Not tomorrow either.I’m gonna take some time off to let my body heal and then I’m back full force.Perfect timing with Lyla pregnant.I have lots of vacation days.Even if I could be cleared for work soon, I’d like to spend some free time with Lyla before the little one gets here.

I reach for my phone and message Archer.His reply is instant, and I go to sleep with a smile on my face, knowing I have the upcoming few months off to enjoy the start of my future with the woman who holds my heart.

– FIVE MONTHS LATER –

Happiness inhales time.It’s like you enjoy the moment, blink, and the day is over.Weeks fly by, months, and before I know it, I’m back at work.Luckily, I’ve been assigned to cold cases which involve lots of research.

Research done in bed along with my partner in crime who loves to solve puzzles.Even though murder cases shouldn’t be called puzzles.Like I said, happiness inhales time, and no matter what we’re doing?Every second we share is one well spent.If it’s fun, work, struggles, or throwing words around if we have a disagreement.

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