Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance(15)

I saw green lights facing my way, and the dizziness hit me like a rocket. They hadn't changed a bit. He beamed the same sharp jade eyes that gazed into mine right before daddy blasted him in the shoulder and pulled him away from me forever.

Except forever wasn't so permanent.

Somehow, I started walking again, toward the handsome shock of my life, pulling on daddy's arm. He'd come to a dead stop, his hand near his side, dangerously close to his holster.

The Redding guys on the other side of us tensed up. Several went for their guns. In this kind of standoff, everything has an equal and opposite reaction.

Before I knew what was happening, guns were raised, locked, and loaded over the booming music. Two crews were about to blow each other apart, and we were right in the middle.

“Oh, God.”

Blackjack burst between us with a snarl, jerking my hand away from my father's, pushing him into a group of Redding Grizzlies.

Daddy wasn't deterred. Just when I didn't think his face could get redder, it turned completely crimson.

Then he exploded.

“Is this a fuckin' joke, Blackjack? Him? Him?! It's bad enough you're asking me to give my daughter up so you can fuck with my club, and now you had to go and rub my goddamned face in it too? Bullshit!”

A man grabbed my shoulders. I spun around, and came face-to-face with those deep green eyes. Each one flickered like a soft, warm ocean, pulling me deep, calming me.

Familiar electricity raced through my veins. My blood turned thick and hot like candle wax, and my sick brain imagined everything else he could do with that grip.

What the hell would it feel like to have those fingers between my legs?

“Come on. Follow me up to the altar. Can't leave you standing in the way where you could get hurt.” Asphalt pulled.

I started to walk, letting him guide me like the numb, awestruck zombie I'd become.

“Gil, listen to me very closely,” Blackjack growled. “On my count, you're going to put your popgun down and pop a tranquilizer before you get two charters killed, plus your little girl. We're going to get on with this wedding, exactly like we said. Deal's a deal. It'll be smooth as good whiskey and you'll have some fun, once the shock isn't frying your balls anymore. Don't be a goddamned fool.”

“Fuckin' two faced prick,” daddy growled, pressing his handgun into the older man's chest. “You knew. So did he. This is a humiliation!”

He pivoted to face us, aiming his gun right at Asphalt. Daddy only let up when I threw my arms around my surprise groom, savoring his heat for the first time in four years.

“Daddy, don't. You're going to get everybody killed.”

“God damn it, Elle Jo. You remember what this prick did, right? It's a sick fuckin' joke that my baby, my girl, is being forced to marry this savage little turd. I should've aimed my gun higher that night. Fuck, he wouldn't be standing here today, grinning like he just ate a fuckin' pile. I should've –“

A gunshot barked, interrupting his seething anger. Asphalt threw me down. We hit the ground, and he covered me with his huge muscles, protecting me from the imminent shootout.

It never came.

When I looked up, forcing my head up between his big hands, I saw daddy's gun on the floor. He kneeled on the floor, cradling his hand.

Several men looked toward the rafters. I followed their eyes and saw a massive man poised on a beam, a long sniper rifle in his hands.

“Great shot, Roman. Knocked the toy clean out of his hands.” Blackjack stepped up, leaning over my father, his face lined like an old tree that had seen too many storms. “Let's try this one more time, Gil.”

My father snarled as the old man's hand reached for his collar and pulled him up, back on his feet. “Fuck you, Blackjack. Fuck you.”

“Don't ruin your girl's special day. This is all about peace between clubs, brotherly love. We still have a chance to make it that way. You can scream all you want, go out back after the ceremony and punch holes in the walls, suck down Jack 'til you black out. None of my concern. But if you point a gun at one of my men again, I will have my boy blow your brains all over this holy ground. A deal's a deal, and I never take shit from a man who goes back on his word.”

I struggled out of Asphalt's grip and stood. He wrapped his hands around me, cradling me close, and we watched the two biker chiefs face off. I struggled harder when my back leaned against his torso, catching something hard, eager, alive in his pants with my butt.

Oh, shit. I blushed like I was about to burst into flames.

We'd barely been reunited for five minutes, and he already wanted to fuck me, finish what we'd started four years ago on a cold, awkward night.

I wiggled away, shaking my veil to try to cover the wild, shameful red blooming on my cheeks. Asphalt grabbed my wrists and clenched tight, that hold a man has that says you're not going anywhere, babe.