The Cut(25)

He reached back and hooked his arm around her waist, pulling her against  his side. "No. Last I checked, I'm the one with the cut, not my  mother." He stared at his mom again, willing her to walk the fuck away  because he had an entire arsenal of shit he'd held inside for too long,  and it was begging to get out.

"We need to talk," Cecil said.

"Yeah, we do," Stake agreed. He needed to call Gypsy and find out how  things were progressing on his end. Transfers didn't happen  automatically, and he prayed the Fayetteville brothers liked him enough  to accept him as one of their own. "Find me in a few hours," he told  Cecil. "In the meantime, get her out of here."

"Are you going to let him talk to me like that?" Peggy asked, still rubbing her throat.         

     



 

"Enough," Cecil said, steering his sister away from Stake and Santana.

"Shit." Santana hugged him. "That was bad."

He shrugged. "That was a long time coming."

"Yeah," she agreed.

Turning to pull her against his chest, he leaned down and kissed her.  "No one's ever stood up for me like that." God, he'd already believed  he'd fallen in love with her, but that one action had sealed his fate.  "I love you," he admitted for the first time.

Tears filled Santana's gorgeous eyes as she smiled up at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he confirmed.

"I love you, too."

His heart swelled at the proclamation. He'd known she'd first fallen in  love with the idea of him, but after she'd not only witnessed his  exchange with his mom, but she'd supported him, he knew she loved the  real him. "I'm not the kind of man most women want to make a life with. I  live hard, and I do things that aren't always within the law, but I  will cherish you until the day I die."

"I'm good with that," she said, drying her tears.



Santana covered her ears as Stake aimed his gun at the target and fired.  "Yes!" she pumped her fists into the air when the bullet pierced the  center of the red bull's-eye. For as long as she could remember, the  club had held shooting competitions whenever they got together, and  she'd always loved to watch Stake shoot. Not only was he the best, but  there had always been something so sexy about watching his muscles as he  took aim and fired.

Stake gave his brothers a wicked grin before walking back to her.

She threw her arms around his neck and pulled his head down for a deep  kiss. "You're still the best," she whispered against his lips.

"Yeah, well, it doesn't hurt to remind the young'uns about that on  occasion." He flattened his palms against her ears as Iggy stepped up to  the line to shoot.

She wasn't surprised when Iggy's shot barely hit the target. The man was  so drunk he could barely stand. "Why do you guys let Iggy shoot in that  condition?"

"Because he's always in that condition," Stake replied. "If we don't let  him compete, he shoots shit up once he gets really sauced. Better to  have him do it under a controlled environment."

"Last one," Cecil announced.

Tiny made a show of kissing his 9mm before taking aim.

"He's always been a showoff," Santana said.

"He's good," Stake said before covering her ears again.

Tiny's shot hit just below Stake's. "Damn good," Stake said with a shake of his head.

Santana spotted Rachel eyeing them and pressed her body against Stake's. "Kiss me."

With a wicked grin, he bent and covered her mouth with his. She opened  for his thrusting tongue and delighted when she felt his hands grope her  ass. Take that, Rachel.



With Santana seated in his lap, Stake pulled out his phone. "I need to call Gypsy before my meeting with Cecil."

"You want me to get us another beer while you do that?" she asked.

"No. I want you right where you are." The last thing she needed was  someone else confronting her, and Rachel had been circling like a  vulture for the last twenty minutes. He rested his hand on her hip and  made the call.

"Hey, ya bastard, how've you been?" Gypsy answered.

Stake grinned. Gypsy was one of the few people who could get away with  calling him that particular name, but then Gypsy was a bastard as well.  "Typical shit," he grumbled.

"Still have that lady you told me about?"

"Hell, yes, and I'm not about to let her get away, so you need to give  me some good news." He moved his hand to cup her ass, reminding himself,  once again, why he needed to get the fuck away from Broken Ridge.

"Fifty-fifty. Some of the brothers are worried you'll come in and try to take over," Gypsy explained.

"I don't wanna take over anything. I'm trying to get away from drama not  create it. All I need is my ride, my woman and a steady gig that'll  help pay the bills."

Santana leaned in and gave him a kiss, slipping her tongue inside to  tease him before pulling back. "I need another beer, and I think I'll  look for Tiny while I'm at it," she told Stake.

He nodded and gave her ass a squeeze before releasing her. "Go ahead and  grab me a fresh one, too, and if you don't see Tiny right away, come  back."

"Will do," she said before walking off. She'd taken off her heels, and  although her legs didn't look as sexy, she was much steadier on her  feet.         

     



 

"Sorry about that," he told Gypsy. "Now that I can speak freely, I need  you to share with your club why I need to get Santana away from this  fucked up town. I'd rather the brothers didn't tell their old ladies  about the details for Santana's sake, but I think it's important they  understand the situation."

"Thought you said you were gonna kill the fat fuck."

"I am, but Cecil hasn't given the green light yet, so I need to be smart  about it. I don't mind defying my Prez on this, but the cops are still  patrolling the stretch of road in front of Gordon's place on a regular  basis. I may want the fucker dead, but I won't risk leaving Santana  alone if I get sloppy."

"Makes sense. You know, the offer's still open if you want me to come  down and take care of that problem for you. I don't know him so I  wouldn't even be on the cops' radar."

"I appreciate the offer, but if anyone's going to take the risk, it  needs to be me." He still cursed himself that he hadn't arrived at  Santana's house earlier on the night of the attack. Had he found Gordon,  the fucker would already be dead and his body dumped in a pit  somewhere.

"Well, let me know if you change your mind. Found a place you might want  to look at when you get here. It's not fancy, but it has potential and  you said privacy was more important than the house, and this one's as  private as they come. Sits well off the road and is completely  surrounded by trees. Hell, if you didn't know it was there, you'd  probably never find it."

"Sounds perfect," Stake agreed. "How much land?"

"Only thirty-two acres, but the closest neighbors are damn near a mile down the road."

"Is the house livable?" He wouldn't put Santana back into a home like the one she'd grown up in.

"It's a big farmhouse, so I'm sure you'll need to do some updating, but  the structure's solid and it's had a new roof within the last two years.  I figured you could work on the rooms a little at a time until you're  satisfied. You're basically paying for the land so any improvements will  only make the property value go up."

Stake grinned. Gypsy sounded like a real estate agent, which made sense  since he was the brother who'd negotiated the Fayetteville chapter's  headquarters. It had once been a summer camp, but the Kings had  purchased it and turned it into one hell of a compound. "Send me some  pictures, and I'll wire you enough money to hold the place until we get  there."

"Sounds like a plan, and I'll talk to the brothers again. It'll help  once you get out here. Although the older members remember you, some of  the new patches have never met you."

"I understand." He hung up the phone before shoving it back into his  pocket. Getting to his feet, he decided to find Santana and make sure  Tiny was with her before he left for his meeting with Cecil.

He found Santana standing near the grouping of coolers. "Hey, bug."

She smiled. "I didn't find Tiny, so I've been waiting to get to the beer."

He glanced at his brothers who were standing around the coolers bullshitting. "You should've asked them to move."

Biting her lower lip, she wrinkled her nose. "I didn't want to do that. I kept hoping they'd wander off."

Stake chuckled. "They'll never get far from the beer." He took her hand  and led her to the gathering. "The lady needs another beer," he  announced, nudging Grips out of the way.

The brother moved to the side, creating an opening for Santana. "Sorry," he mumbled.

She opened the cooler and removed three bottles. "Thank you," she said  as she returned to Stake's side. She handed one of the beers to him. "I  got two for me in case I need another while you're in the meeting."