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“I’m not,” I assured him. “I want this. I’ve waited nearly twenty-six years for someone like you, Navy, someone I can trust with the one thing that belongs wholly to me.”
Navy rocked his forehead back and forward on my helmet, his eyes closed, muttering as if in pain he asks, “Do you mean what I think you mean, sweets?”
Not sure where my bravery was coming from. I wasn’t usually a forward person, but Navy made me feel brave. Standing straight, I pushed my shoulders back and looked at him, saying seriously so that he was without a doubt sure of my words, “If you’re asking if you’ll be my first, then yes, Navy, that is what I’m telling you. Don’t make it into a big deal, just know that I chose you for a reason and that I trust you to take care of me. So can we get this show on the road so we can get to the good parts sooner rather than later?”
“Fuck, yeah we can, sweets, and thank you.” With those words, he pressed one last kiss to my lips, mounted his bike and held out his hand to help me on behind him.
Once I was seated, I scooted forward until my thighs were resting close around him and wrapped my arms tight around him, giving him a small squeeze to let him know I was ready.
I couldn’t wait for tonight. Something told me that it was going to be one of the best decisions of my life.
CHAPTER 9
NAVY
‘Jesus, I couldn’t believe my sweet Gia was a virgin.’ How the hell had someone as hot as her made it to the age she had without someone sweeping her up? It made me even happier that I’d saved her from that oily fucker with the beer gut last night. The thought of him with his hands on her made me feel murderous. I wanted to find the fucker and pound him into the ground for even thinking he had a chance with her.
I kept expecting for Gia to let me know she’d had enough of riding, but she stayed with me for the entire ride back. It was late afternoon when we turned down the road that would take us to Bancroft House. I loved this part of the drive - the long, winding road under the avenue of large oak trees. There were glimpses of green fields and stone walls as we drove down it towards the big house. The house that I’d called home for years. A house that held good memories even if I’d been an angry little shit when I’d been deposited here with a grandmother that I’d hardly known. Not that our not knowing each other was any fault of hers. That fault rested solely on the shoulders of my parents.
My mother had been her daughter, but we’d not seen much of my grandmother because my parents were happier digging in the dirt, moving from one archaeological dig to the next, dragging me along with them than spending time with family.
So much so that they tended to forget about me when they were deep in their work, and I’d been half feral by the time I got deposited here with my elderly grandmother. My parents had been killed when they’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time on one of their digs. A dig that most of the other archaeologists had already left due to unrest in the area. My parents were the only ones that had decided to stay. One of their team had insisted that I go with them to the nearest town until the unrest died down. It was the last time I’d seen them. They’d each hugged me, told me to be good and then walked away, discussing where next to dig. I’d been forgotten as easily as that. They’d been killed the next afternoon, and I’d been sent to my next closest living relative, which was my gran.
I think I was just as much a shock to my grandmother as she was to me, but in the end, she’d been the best thing to happen to me. She was one of the few that had loved me unconditionally.
She’d understood from the start that I wouldn’t have been happy running her estate and between the two of us we’d narrowed down who’d be a suitable heir for her. I’d always liked Bas and Hope from when we’d first met. They’d both been in their twenties when they’d taken over and I’d never regretted signing away my rights to inherit. I was happiest being able to do what I wanted when I wanted, with no restrictions placed on me. It was one of the things I loved about being in an MC even if we weren’t a one percent club.
We didn’t mind getting our hands dirty if needed but didn’t go looking for trouble. I loved that my brothers had my back when and if I needed it. Although I wouldn’t discount our MC ladies in that. Most of them were fierce, but they were nicely balanced by the softer ones, such as Julia and Avy. I had a feeling that my Gia was going to be like them and that was okay too because I was fierce enough for the both of us.
A smile lit my face as we drove up to the garage at the back of the house and found an excited Violet and George waiting for us with Aggie. Aggie had been with our family for years and was our cook/housekeeper. She ran our family like a general, ensuring we all did as she said, and our lives ran smoother for it.
Parking my bike, I switched the engine off and helped Gia get off safely before dismounting. Watching in amusement as George and Violet charged at their parents. I knew it wouldn’t be long before they headed for me. At twelve and ten, they were both tall with our family’s dark hair, dimples, and blue eyes. I loved them like they were my own. I hadn’t ever expected to have my own children, and I’d jumped at the chance to be their godfather when asked. I spoilt the little shits rotten, much to their mother’s disgust.
Taking the helmet from Gia when she hands it me, “How are you feeling after that ride, sweets.”
Gia grinned at me, “I’m good. A little stiff but I can’t wait to go for another ride.”
I was just about to reply when I’m hit by what feels like a small tornado as two spindly arms wrap themselves around my waist. “Uncle Alan, you came early,” Violet smiles up at me. Wrapping my arms around my niece, I hug her tightly, lifting her slightly up off the floor, swinging her slightly from side to side.
“Vi, hello, sweetheart, I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too, Uncle Alan. Is this Gia? Her gran came last night.”
“Yes, this is my Gia,” I acknowledge, putting my niece back down and turning her towards Gia. Keeping my arm around her shoulders, I introduce her, “Gia this is my niece and goddaughter Violet.”
Gia smiles sweetly, holding out her hand to Vi, “It’s lovely to meet you, Violet. You look very much like your uncle and dad.”
Violet grins, “It’s nice to meet you too. Your gran is super cool.”
“She is,” Gia agrees. “I’m dying to see her. Do you think you can take me to her?”
“Sure,” Vi agrees, grabbing Gia’s hand and starts towing her towards the house.
Knowing she’s in good hands, I walk over to where Bas and George are unloading the vehicle, ruffling my nephew’s hair in passing. “Hey, George, did the paintball stuff arrive?”
“Hi, Uncle Alan,” George grins up at me. “It did. Derek and I put it in the small barn. Thanks for getting it, it’s going to be ace. I can’t wait to meet the rest of the MC. Do they have kids?”
“Yep,” I answer, leaning into the back of the vehicle to pick up my bag and slinging it over my shoulders. “There are a few kids your age and some younger. Why?”