Final Ride Fallen Angel's MC 4 by Erin Trejo Page B

closing
the door quietly.
Looking into the crib next to our bed, I smile at my little girl.
Sleeping so peacefully and securely. She deserves that, she
deserves to be at peace, and she deserves to have a safe life.
“What are you doing, stalking her in her sleep?” Jersey’s voice
pulls my attention.
     
Reaching in, I pull Ansley’s blanket up over her, making sure
she’s tucked in.
    “She’s beautiful. I never knew a baby could be that beautiful.
She’s perfect.” Jersey smiles as I walk over to the bed, before
climbing on it. Sitting on my knees, I look at her. My wife, my
world.
“Are you ok?” Her big blue eyes beam up at me.
     
“I’m perfect.” I cup her cheeks in my hands before pulling her
lips to mine. Kissing her gently, I melt into her.
    “I love you more than the air I breathe, Jersey. Without you, my
life is nothin’. Before I met you I didn’t know where I belonged,
or what I needed to do, but it’s all so clear now.” Her eyes boar
into me as she takes in what I’m saying.

“What’s clear?” Her lips are inches from mine, but I need to tell
her this. Watching Bella deteriorate the way she is, it reminds
me how precious time is.
    “My life’s clear. You and that little girl, that’s all I want. There
will never be anyone else for me. You complete my puzzle. My
life was in pieces before I met you. You are the last piece. You fit
all the others into place, you hold them all together.” Before I
can say anything else, Jersey kisses me roughly.
She understands me now. She knows what she means to me.Chapter 27
     
Tank
    “Pass me that wrench.” Pointing to the pile of tools that now
litter every surface of the garage, I can’t help but smile.
Everything seems to be coming into place. The garage, the
store, and even the club.
    Dusts’ have been quiet for the time being, but I know that will
change. Rit knows how to push our buttons and I know he
doesn’t walk away easily. He’s a hard headed son of a bitch,
much like the rest of us.
    Grabbing the wrench out of Joey’s hand, I work on a bike that
was brought in this morning. I must say that we have been
picking up good business where we’re at.
    “What do think about Lakewood?” Joey’s question doesn’t
make sense to me. What the hell is the boy talking about now?
“What the fuck is there to think about?” Talking with my
cigarette hanging out of my mouth, I keep working.
“Houses.” Shaking my head, I hope this boy doesn’t think he’s
taking my daughter along for that ride.
    “There are a bunch of those.” I try not to look at him. I don’t
want to slap him today, but I can. I know what he’s getting at,
he’s brought it up around a few of the other guys.
“Yeah, I know it. I want to buy one.” I hear the chuckle and
know it’s Piper, before I ever turn my head.
     
“You know about this shit Piper?” Hearing him cough, I know I
caught him off guard. He knew. Damn asshole!
    “I may have heard a few things.” Piper chuckles as Joey squats
down next to me. Glancing over, I can see the now serious look
on his face.
    “I want things to be right with me and Bella. She means the
world to me.” Dropping my head, I knew this was coming. I
knew it, and I don’t like it, one fucking bit.
“She’s too young for all that shit don’t you think?” I hear him
huff. I don’t need to turn to look at him either, he’s mad.
    “I don’t think so. I’m askin’ her anyway, Tank. I don’t need your
damn approval; I was just hopin’ you’d understand.” Joey drops
the other tools to the floor before pushing himself up and
walking away.
“Fuckin’ hell.” Mumbling to myself, Piper takes up the spot that
Joey just left.
“He’s a good kid, Tank. He’ll do right by Bella if you give him the
chance.” Tilting my head to the side, I look over at Piper.
    “She’s too young for that shit Piper. She’s a kid, she doesn’t
need one.” He knows what I mean. She doesn’t need to