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Chapter Thirteen
Riggs
Luna is the first woman to ever ride on the back of my bike. She's also the first woman I have brought home to meet my grandad. So, to see the surprised expression on his face was to be expected. Parking my bike behind my grandad's truck, Luna and I climb off as he stands from the rocking chair on his porch and makes his way down the steps in our direction. "How's it going today, Pop?" I ask. I watch as Pop's steps falter as he is taken back by my using sign language. My grandad is, of course, fluent in ASL because his wife; my grandmother was deaf, but it has been ten years since he has spoken it. Without missing a beat, he signs.
"I woke up this morning still breathing so I can't complain," he grins darting his eyes back and forth between me and Luna.
"Pop, I'd like you to meet Luna Novak."
"It's nice to meet you, pretty lady," Pop offers his hand.
"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. LeBlanc," Luna returns with a smile.
"Oh, child, you can call me Abraham or Abe."
"Okay, Abe."
"Come on, you two," my grandad ushers us to the porch. "I just made some sweet tea. Come take a load off."
Taking the chair next to Pop, I pull Luna down onto my lap, and she settles without protest. When my eyes leave her and cut over to my grandad, he's sporting a big ass smile. "About damn time, son. Now, how long are you going to make an old man wait until you give me some great grandbabies?" Luna chokes on her tea the moment the words leave Pop's mouth.
"You alright, baby?" I tease.
"He's not serious, is he?" she asks.
"As a heart attack," I answer waiting for the panic to cross Luna's face, but it never comes.Fuck yeah. My girl likes the idea.
Luna and I hold each other's stare, silently communicating we both want the same thing. And fuck me if I'm not going to put my baby in her belly sometime in the near future. Kids are another thing I never considered having, but Luna is my game changer. Like I said before when I find something I want, I'm all in. There will be no holding back. Reaching up, I fist the hair on the back of Luna's head and bring her mouth down on mine and lick the seam of her lips demanding entrance. My woman doesn't hesitate to give me what I seek.
Hearing a throat clear from beside me reminds me that we are not alone. My grandad laughs at Luna's apparent embarrassment as she too forgot we had an audience. "Don't be embarrassed child. I remember what it was like to be in love. I was in love with my Etta for most of my life. Finding true love is not easy, but once you do, make sure you hold on to it," my grandad states. He gives me a stern look. "Don't screw it up."
Two hours later Luna and I are on our way back to the clubhouse after receiving a call from Wick, letting me know that our former commander is in town. He didn't hesitate to jump in with both feet when I asked him to look into Savage Outlaw, although I was expecting a phone call and not for him to come all the way out to New Orleans. Not that I'm complaining. I haven't seen my commander in over a year so it will be nice catching up.
When I pull through the gate of the clubhouse, I notice a rental SUV parked next to Wicks bike, and I pull up alongside it. Cutting the engine, Luna and I hop off my bike and make our way inside. The moment I open the door I hear booming laughter fill the air around us. "Hey, Prez," Wick shouts. "Look what the cat dragged in." Standing from his perch at the bar is a man I have looked up to for more than ten years.
"Damn, it's good to see you, Commander," I say striding in his direction.
"You too, LeBlanc. I hope you don't mind me dropping in like this," he shakes my hand and claps me on the back.
"Hell, no. You know you don't need an invitation. My door is always open."
"Dawson was telling me—" my former commander's words are cut short when he gets a peek at Luna standing behind me. He suddenly looks as though he's seen a ghost.
What the fuck is that all about?
"Commander, this is my girl. Babe, this is my former commander, Neil Bryant," I sign introducing them. The vibes coming off Neil seem to be making Luna uneasy. Wick, who is standing beside Neil, notices the same thing. "You alright, man?" I ask Neil.
Neil clears his throat and seems to shake off whatever was bothering him. "Yeah, I'm good," he looks at Luna again. "It's just— I don't know." Neil scrubs his hand down his face. Wick decides to step in and break the awkward situation by clapping Neil on his back.
"How about the four of us sit down for a drink?" Instead of the bar, Wick leads us over to a round table in the corner of the room. Once the four of us take a seat, I motion to Everest.
"What can I get ya, Prez?"
I turn to Luna and ask. "What would you like to drink, baby?"
"I'll take a Coke if you have it."
"We'll have one Coke and a few beers."
