Page 61 of Flyboy's Nightingale
“What is that look?” she ponders.
“It’s the look of a man that finally understands exactly how truly precious and unique the woman in his life is.” I’m as honest as I can be in a room full of people.
Riley slaps my chest shaking her head. “You have me, no pretty words are needed now.”
Taking her chin between my finger and thumb, I bring her eyes to mine. “I’ve never once sugar coated anything in my life. I don’t plan to start now. You don’t have any idea what you mean to me. The only way for you to understand, and not hate me forever, is that I would decimate anyone or anything for you. I’ve heard the men in this building talk about tearing the world apart or lighting it on fire for their women. None of that would come close to what I would do to make sure you’re happy.”
Riley’s eyes go wide before going soft. “If I didn’t know any better, I would almost say you’re catching feelings for me, Felix Holloway.”
“There is nomightbe. The feelings have been caught and I’m holding them tight. I’ve fucked this up time and time again. I pledge to you here and now, that I’ll work day in and day out to keep this look of pure joy in your eyes.” Not wanting to hear her say anything that might hurt, I kiss her hard on the mouth.
It takes every ounce of self-control inside me to not deepen the kiss. Owen being here only means that he has information to give, and he doesn’t usually bring the kind of information that has good things following them.
Slowly, I pull away from the kiss. “Fucking hell, as much as I would love to take this to the bedroom, I have a feeling we’re about to be in a meeting.”
Riley groans, running her hand up my chest to my cheek. “I need you so bad.”
Her words are like the lighthouse in a storm, bringing light and guidance to the never ending chaos in my soul. I lean forward kissing her forehead before placing mine on hers.
“When this is done, and life has leveled out, I’m claiming you. You’re going to be my Ol’ Lady,” I murmur, not ready to face the growing crowd.
Riley glances up, and the look in her eyes makes me feel as if someone turned the light out in the lighthouse that keeps me from crashing into shore. “Don’t make promises that you don’t intend to keep.”
I open my mouth to tell her that I mean every word when the front door bangs open, causing everyone to go silent and turn toward it. Standing there, like an extremely pissed off Viking, is none other than Steel.
“You standing in my clubhouse means nothing good.” His eyes sweep the room seeing that the club house is full of Ol’ Ladies, club girls, and prospects. “Everyone that isn’t a patched member, clear out.”
Riley places a kiss on my lips before standing and making her way toward the other Ol’ Ladies who’re headed for the back door. Once everyone is out, Duck goes behind the bar pulling out a bunch of beers, passing them around as the brothers move to maneuver seats closer together. I shift in my chair so that I can see Owen head on, not liking the game he seems to be enjoying. It takes exactly three minutes for Torch to be feed up with the fucker.
“Are you going to tell us why you’re here? Because we all know it’s not for the beer and company,” he snaps.
Owen smirks, taking a long pull from his beer. “I’m really starting to think that you guys don’t like me.”
“We don’t,” Razor snaps, playing with the straight razor he freed from his pocket.
Owen feigns being struck in the chest. “Ow, that hurts big guy, and to think I was so close to Vice at one point and time.”
Razor moves faster than we can stop him. His straight blade is laying at Owen’s throat. “The single and only reason you get to breathe, is because our Ol’ Ladies care for you. Do not push that luck. The way you live life, it wouldn’t be too hard of an assumption to make that you just poofed away like the fucking ghost you are.”
The man with a death wish in front of us doesn’t even blink, just brings his beer to his lips before speaking, “Oh, so that’s what this is all about. You can’t find anything on me, can you? Don’t worry, Razor dear, there will come a time that you get to see that stuff.”
“I’ve got half a mind to let these boys have their way with you. So, why don’t you just tell us what you’re here for, and then we can all go back to pretending like we’re one big happy family,” Steel cuts in, sounding bored.
Owen winks at Razor before looking over at me. “Word on the street is you have a pest problem that you can’t get rid of.”
Lifting one shoulder I lean back into my chair. “Some pest problems take more time than we like to deal with.”
“If it was me, I would want them dealt with sooner rather than later. Pests always seem to cause more issues the longer they’re around,” Owen continues with an eyebrow raised.
“We don’t even know that they’re still around. Seeing as we’ve not had a single issue in well over two months.” Torch does his best to act nonchalant, only the grip he has on his bottle giving him away.
“Haven’t you boys not learned anything by now? When they go silent, it means one of two things. The first, they grew a fucking a brain. Or two, they’re multiplying. I can tell you how often the first one has come to pass,” Owen says.
“Are you here to tell us where to find the pest problem? Or just to tell us things that we already know?” Pretty Boy glares, looking for a reason to cause someone to hurt.
“A man after my own heart, getting right to the point.” Owen smiles, yet it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I’m here to help with the issue at hand.”
“What’s the price?” Steel questions before he can continue.
