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“Fine but we don’t have time to argue. I’m workin’ with Lionel Danner on this. You gotta trust me here, if not ’cause you want to, then ’cause you know I’m the best chance for you here,” Lysander tried again.
Thank fuck it was rainin’. Yeah, it fit the mood, which was good. Loulou woulda liked that. But even better, it hid the fact that my grown ass son was cryin’ beside me as he comforted his woman and his sister. I didn’t blame him for cryin’. How could I when I’d spent the past forty-eight hours leaking tears like a broken fuckin’ faucet?
“Wonder if those motherfuckers who ended Mute woulda done it if they’d seen a movie of his life. They woulda seen a neglected, abused kid with huge brown eyes wiser an’ more soulful than ten grown men. They woulda seen his character grow with the struggle of bein’ different, how he found acceptance with a brotherhood that nurtured ’im and how he threw himself body and fuckin’ soul into givin’ that back and more.” The sobs were louder now, in my ears with more in my throat. Fuck, if I was gonna cry but fuck me if I’d ever had a better reason to.
“Rest in peace, Walker Nixon,” I said, usin’ his full name for the last time. “Deserve more than this for the guardin’ you gave my girl. Wish you could know I’d sell my fuckin’ soul to get you back. For you, for me, for the club and for our girl.”
She would. She would wake up ’cause no God was cruel enough to give her to me only to rip her from my hands months later. No God would take away the idol of a man’s religion just when he needed it most. She’d wake up.
loved Lou more than most grown men are capable of ever lovin’ anythin’. Loved her enough to kill and die for her ’cause only the finality of death could match the finality of my kinda love for that girl.
If God’d give her back to me, I’d never let ’er go. Not to violence, wrath or greed. Not to vice or virtue. Not even to death.
He was crying. “Lou,” he croaked, tears falling. “Fuck me, I thought you were gonna leave me. I really fuckin’ did.” “I’d never leave you,” I promised turning our hands so I could link our pinkies and shake my thumb with his. “Fucking swear it.”
Zeus Garro, big bad Prez of a notorious outlaw motorcycle club, was crying for me.
“Fuckin’ right. And that’s never happenin’ again. I will not be parted from you, ya get me? I’m your guardian monster, your fuckin’ lover and your fuckin’ man. That’s not ever gonna change.”
“It’s you and me, Lou. Has been since you were seven years old, so even though you’re young, I figure it was gonna happen sooner rather than later and I decided that it better happen right fuckin’ now.” I frowned at him, slipping my hand out of his to cup his face. “You aren’t making sense, Z.” There were a few teary giggles and deep chuckles from our sleepy audience but it was Zeus who laughed from his belly. “We’re gettin’ married.”
“But um, I’m seventeen so I don’t think I can even legally marry you.” “Can’t,” Z said with a strange, twisted smile. “I told him I’d sign off on it for you,” my mum said from where she stood in the doorway, dwarfed by Axe-Man and Boner on either side of her. My mouth fell open. “Seriously?”
“I, um, I went to Ben’s office to get special dispensation for a license when Zeus asked me about it and, well, your grandfather is waiting outside to see you and, if you want, perform the ceremony.” I blinked at her. “What? Grandfather approves?” “He said something about God having different paths for everyone and then something about some princesses needing dragons to protect them instead of Prince Charmings to save them.”
I stared at the man that had been mine in one way or another for over a decade. The man that had raised me more than my parents had, who was my father and my best friend and my lover all tied into one complicated but beautiful knot. I beamed at him. “Bring it on.”
Loulou Five months later. “Mrs. Garro, I’m happy to be the one to tell you that you are officially in remission.”
He jerked off faster. “What if I want to come all over this sweet ass and watch you touch your cunt until you come all over the leather?” “God, yes, but please next time. I need to come on your cock,” I begged. “Right answer, little girl,”
“Fuck,” I cursed as my womb coiled painfully, ready to spring into orgasm. “Zeus, I’m going to come.” “Do it. Come all over my cock so hard it christens my fuckin’ bike with your juices,”
And I did. Because two hours after Nova finished giving me a Mute symbol on the inside of my left wrist, Zeus appeared bare-chested in the main room of the shop and I got my first look at his tattoo.
It was an angel, one inked right over his heart. Her small, detailed face was mine and her hands were raised to cup the scar of the bullet wound Zeus had taken for me nearly eleven years earlier. “Z,” I breathed as tears compressed my chest. He wrapped an arm around my waist and brought me into his right side. “My fallen angel.” “My guardian monster,” I breathed into his mouth as he lowered it onto mine for a kiss.
H.R. was leanin’ toward her, captivated and nearly as in love with her as I was. It was weird as shit that my daughter’s stepmum was her age but we made it work and the way we did that was through lovin’ each other like we’d never be given another chance to love again.
“This is my fuckin’ wife you put in the line of fire, my fuckin’ reason for bein’ who near lost her life fuckin’ twice already this year. You think to stop me, I’ll tear you limb from fuckin’ limb, ya hear me? She gets hurt, she fuckin’ dies…That. Is. On. You. Danner.”
Mute Garro (Walker Michael Nixon) 1999-2018 Cherished Brother, Silent Hero, Eternal Friend The Fallen remembers. R.I.P.
She tipped her long hair back and laughed into the sky and I looked up to watch her thinkin’ for the millionth fuckin’ time that somehow I’d been blessed with a fuckin’ angel.
Baby Monster and Baby Angel, Fuck me, there’s gonna be two of ya.
Walker Garro, all the good bits’a me and my Fallen brothers and King. You’re gonna be good like that ’cause love does magic to a person and you’ll be the most loved boy there ever fuckin’ was with a family like ours to give that to ya.
