Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“You could adopt,” Whizz said, handing her a helmet.
“Huh?”
“Children, you could adopt.”
Lacey started laughing. “I couldn’t adopt.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve got no home, no money, no background. I’ve got no career, or life to offer them. No one in their right mind would let me adopt a baby.” She made light of her situation. The truth, she was so damn hurt that it made her sick to her stomach. When Dalton offered, she turned him down, but she’d also done her research to see if it was an option. It wasn’t. It was hard to go through life craving something you could never have. Every option that had once been open to her over twenty years ago was shut down to her. When she left high school and went along with the Savage Brothers, she’d sealed her own fate in not being able to have what she wanted. The kids were lost to her.
“I could give you the home and the money. I’d stand by you, Lacey.”
Before putting the helmet on, she stared at Whizz. “Have you lost your mind?”
He held his hands out in a shrug. “I don’t know what I’ve lost, but I know what I’ve gained. There is no woman out there for me but you. You’re the only woman I want in my life, Lacey. I’d die for you, kill for you. The club knows I’m going to claim you and that’ll make you my old lady. If you want kids, a home, a family, say the word, and I’ll go out and get them for you.”
His words were bringing tears to her eyes. “You don’t mean that.” No one had ever done anything so selfless for her in her life.
“I do.” He reached out to cup her cheek. Before she could protest his lips brushed hers. The kiss wasn’t possessive or hard, yet it was filled with so much passion. “For you, Lacey, I will move heaven and earth to get what you want. Tell me what you want, and I’ll get it to you. You’re my woman. I’m not letting you go.”
Lacey gasped, looking around them as Whizz got on one knee before her. Her heart was racing. After everything they’d been through, this was the last thing she thought he’d do for her. He took hold of her hand.
“Lacey, you’re a crazy woman with blue hair, but you’re my woman.” He pressed a hand to his heart. “You’re in here. I didn’t think I was capable of love, that it had been torn out of me. I was wrong. I love you. I want to live the rest of my life with you.” Tears filled her eyes. This was something out of a fairytale, a biker fairytale. This was not what happened to people like her. “Will you do me the greatest honor of becoming my wife?”
She was shocked still as he removed his cut, his symbol of the club he was part of. “I don’t have an engagement ring, but I have this. I want to marry you more than anything.”
For several seconds she simply stared at him in shock. “Yes.” The words came out of her mouth as if they were spoken by someone else. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Whizz got to his feet, wrapping the jacket around her shoulders. The leather smelled of him.
“Let’s go to the beach.”
She’d go everywhere with him. Whizz went to climb on the bike, but she stopped him. Gripping his arm, she cupped his cheek. She pressed a kiss to his lips. “I love you.”
****
“For fuck’s sake, Angel, put some muscle behind it,” Gash said, growling at her. He watched her land on her ass again after she failed, again, to get a hit out at him.
“I’m trying,” she said, blowing some blonde hair off her face.
“I’ve told you it would be easier to just shoot the fucker in the face. I’ll teach you how to work a gun.”
“No, a gun would be useless. I wouldn’t carry a gun. Every time I’ve been attacked a gun would have been useless. I’d have to reach for it to grab it. I’ve not had any time to grab a gun. The only thing I’ve got is to be able to attack back or to stall them.”
“You’re doing fuck all to try.” He moved away from the mat to grab some water. The gentlemanly thing to do would be to offer her a hand. When she was in the middle of a fight, man or woman, no one would act nice about her landing on her ass. He’d tried to get her to take the gun training, but she wouldn’t do it. Gash understood why, but it pissed him off. He took a long swig of the water watching her get to her feet. She wore sports gear. The shorts clung to her body like a second skin while her shirt, long with a picture of a skull in the center, had to belong to Lash. Angel was a beautiful woman, no denying that. Her biggest problem was the fact she was too damn nice. “How the fuck did Lash get you? He’s an asshole.”