Page 53 of Giving It to the Bad Guy

Knife stared at the man, the Prez of the Saints and Sinners MC, and for the first time ever, he felt a little chill go through him. Saint was a cold bastard, and with each passing kill, he was getting colder still. Unlike his name, he was anything but a saint.

Finishing his beer, he saluted both Prez’s and walked toward his woman. Taking Bluebell out of her arms, he pulled Sarah against him, kissing her head.

“When do you want one?” she asked.

“Not yet, not for some time.” Closing his eyes, he inhaled her sweet scent. “How are you handling everything?”

“I’m doing okay. You don’t need to worry. I’m a big girl.” She let out a sigh.

“Do you miss him?” Knife asked.

She looked up at him, and sighed. “Would it make me a bad person if I said no?”

“No, it wouldn’t make you a bad person.”

“I love you, Knife. I’m your wife, and there’s nowhere else I want to be.”

They had spent a lot of time talking about Ralf, and how she felt about him.

Elena took Bluebell from him, and for the rest of the night, he kept Sarah in his arms. The club didn’t hold Ralf’s death against either of them, and Sarah still had her job at Dirty Deeds.

Later that night, after they had made love, he held her tightly against him. Sarah was smiling at him. “You don’t have to treat me like I’ll break at any minute.”

“You’ve had a lot of stress.”

“No, I haven’t. I can handle being questioned, Knife.” She cupped his cheek. “I’m a strong woman. Please, don’t forget that.”

He kissed her deeply, inhaling her scent, which always calmed him.

“Knife?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I want to have a baby.”

Opening his eyes, he stared at her. “You want to have a baby?”

“You said to ask whenever I want something, and I want to start a family with you.”

Knife groaned. “I was hoping for another couple of years.”

“Well, it will take us some time to actually have a baby. It could be a while before I’m pregnant.”

Nine months later, she gave birth to a screaming baby boy.

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