Page 30 of Striker's Foul
“Amelia Granville, I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you at the fair. I loved you even when I thought you didn’t love me. I loved you even more when I saw our beautiful son, who gave me permission to do this with you. I’m not asking.” We both laugh. “I already did that once, and you said yes. Be my wife. Marry me, and spend the rest of your life with me.”
“Yes. I know you didn’t ask, but yes, I’ll marry you.”
He slips a beautiful rose gold and diamond ring onto my finger. Its center stone is surrounded by more diamonds than one of my fake belt buckles.
“I love you too,” I tell him as I jump into his arms, and we again make love.
The next morning, I wake up to find three pregnancy tests lined up on our bathroom counter. A very impatient six-foot-four, long-haired, tattooed biker paces the bedroom as I take each one.
“I can’t believe you wouldn’t let me have breakfast first.” I stomp out of the bathroom as he rushes past me to stare down at the tests.
“I need to know if you can or can’t have coffee.”
“Oh no, you don’t, big boy.” I turn around, my robe swishing around my legs. “You will not take my caffeine away from me.”
“I will, angel, if it makes our baby healthier.”
“Fuck that.” I return to the bathroom, ready to fight him.
He holds up the sticks, each one saying pregnant, and it hasn’t even been the full three minutes.
“Well, fuck.” I drop my head against his chest as he wraps his arms around me.
“I did it.” He fist pumps the air, and I shake my head as I look up at him.
“I think you mean we did it.” I laugh as Jude knocks on the open door.
“Is Mom up?”
“She is.” Luke gives me an evil grin. “Are you ready for a sibling, son?”
“Hell, yeah. I want a little sister.” Jude laughs, and I walk away from them, hoping to make it to the kitchen and get a few sips of my favorite coffee before Luke switches me to decaf.
CHAPTER 9
STRIKER
“Ican’t believe it took us this long,” Browser says over speakerphone.
I glance at my watch and realize my wife will be home soon.
Earlier today, we quietly got married at the courthouse with Gambit and Rogue as witnesses, along with just a few close friends, Julian among them. Amelia insisted on going to work afterward, but I’m planning to take her on a real honeymoon in the next couple of months.
We didn’t want a big wedding—just her, me, and Jude. But I knew Julian, Gambit, and Rogue deserved to be there too. She invited her two friends from the roadhouse, and I invited Hemingway and Blythe. Fanci was there too, along with Leif. It was perfect, and exactly what I needed to settle the beast inside me that needed her branded as mine.
“Yeah, I can’t believe it either. That bastard was sneaky as fuck. Are you sending it to Evander and then Blythe to blast across the internet?” I shake my head as I look over all the evidence we finally have on Harold.
“Yep. I’m in shock he thought he could get away with it. The insurance company has been hounding him for years, and hestill siphoned money off the top of the policy. That agent is going to lose their job,” Browser says.
Finding the life insurance policy on Lilliana wasn’t surprising, but seeing someone else getting paid out instead of Amelia, the beneficiary, was a red flag. The woman who admitted herself into the psych ward to avoid questioning was a easier to find once we uncovered her other secrets.
“But the fact that he had his mistress murder his wife and made it look like a suicide?” I shake my head.
His mistress was underage when he got with her. She’s only a few years older than Amelia, but with all the work she’s had done, she looks way older.
“That was crazy too,” Browser says.
My phone rings, and Julian’s name flashes on the screen. Even before I answer, I know my life is about to change.
