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And I loved the fuck out of her.
It was high time I told her that.
“Nola?” I called out.
She turned her head, her eyes immediately finding my own, as she asked, “Yeah?”
“I love the fuck out of you,” I told her.
Ignoring everyone who was now standing in the forecourt of the clubhouse.
“I love the fuck out of you, too, Xander.” She called back.
I winked at her, then nodded my head, as I came to a sobering thought.
This was the time I was going to rectify a wrong I had committed against her.
Ignoring everyone, I walked over to her, then tagged her hand and led her to my bike.
She laughed as she waved at the ladies.
But I paid them no mind.
Then I handed her my helmet and helped her put it on.
Her eyes were wide.
I lowered my voice, then I said, “Ain’t never had anyone on the back of my bike, baby.”
Softly, she whispered, “Xander.”
I shook my head, “It wasn’t that I didn’t want you there, baby. I did. But fuck me... if anyone, and I mean anyone, brought harm to you? You’ve never seen Nuke go nuclear. But take the worst act imaginable that a man could do and multiply that by twenty.”
‘The man who loves you, lives to make others jealous of you.’
– Nola’s Secret Thoughts.
Chapter 18
Nola
And then I got it.
Why he didn’t want me on the back of his bike before.
It wasn’t because he didn’t want me there.
It was because he was scared to have me there.
I watched as he took in a deep breath, nodded, and then climbed on the back of his bike.
Started it up, and then he looked at me, then he asked, “Climb on, baby.”
I climbed on.
I tightened my arms around his waist, laid my head on his shoulder, and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck.
Giving him my silent answer.
