Page 74 of Empower

His heavy footsteps sounded like thunder.

“Broth...” I started to say but was stopped by the one name that fell from his mouth.

He stopped, looked over his shoulder, and said, “Cree.”

With that girl’s name out of his mouth, I knew I needed to either have a hole waiting for whoever messed with Cree, or I needed to have our lawyer waiting at the jail, “What do you need?”

He growled, “Some little bitch slashed her fucking tires.”

Well, fuck.

Wes, one of the new prospects that showed a lot of potential, asked, “Uh, should I ride with him.”

“Do you want him to beat your face in a bloody pulp?” I asked

“Yeah, I think I’ll stay here. If that’s alright with you?”

“Comes to Ripper, if it involves a young woman named Cree, you leave him the fuck alone. You don’t look at her. You don’t talk to her.”

Clip stood then and followed Ripper out the door.

Ripper wouldn’t do that to Clip, because he knew that one woman held all of Clip’s attention.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around me, and before I could rip whomever it was a new asshole, I inhaled and caught my woman’s scent. Caramel, vanilla, and sandalwood, fuck but I loved that mixture on her skin.

“Where’s Ripper going?”

“Someone slashed Cree’s tires,” I told her as I grabbed one of her hands, brought it to my mouth, and pressed a kiss on her wedding rings.

“Lord help whoever did it. Because they will be meeting him.”

That was the god’s honest truth.

Literally.

Ripper prowled into the clubhouse three hours later with a body thrown over his shoulder.

The body had long blonde hair trailing over his back.

At the same time, Garret, Cotton, and Knox followed in his wake.

I whistled, getting everyone’s attention, “If you ain’t a patched brother, get the fuck out.”

I took my woman by the hand and led her out to her SUV, opened her door, then softened my tone and said, “Love you, baby. Be home when I can.”

She smiled up at me and nodded, “I’ll text Cree. Make sure she’s good.”

Once I shut her door, I headed back into the clubhouse, making sure everyone was gone, then I headed to the shed.

However, I didn’t make it to the shed, no, I got a phone call from my woman.

And we made it to the hospital just in time for my woman to scream to high heavens, “There’s a watermelon coming out of my vagina. Vance, when did you put seeds in me?”

Epilogue

Storm

For our second anniversary present, I couldn’t wait to hand her what I had been working on.