“Rumours, and Tate likes to talk. I listen. You’re not going down for killing him, Lash. He doesn’t deserve your time. So it gets cleaned away, and we don’t talk about it anymore, deal?”
“Deal.”
He stared at her and wondered how she’d changed so fast. Lying down, Lash wrapped his arms around her.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too.”
No one hurt his woman and got away with it. Angel was his woman, and he was happy for the whole world to know it. He was a Skull, and no one messed with a Skull and got away with it.
Chapter Thirteen
Angel stood behind Tate as she pinned up another balloon. It had been a couple of months since the shooting at Tiny’s house, and they were finally welcoming home Steven and Blaine. Both men had been badly hurt with Blaine being in a coma for a couple of weeks. It had been touch and go for a few weeks, but fortunately they were both coming home for a party. She glanced across the bar to see Emily and Darcy playing in the corner. Everyone was pitching in for their welcome home party.
Twirling the ring on her finger she looked up to see Tate glancing down at her.
“You keep playing with your ring it’s going to rub out,” Tate said, climbing off the table.
A week after her coming out of the hospital, Lash had proposed. There was no way she’d turn him down. She’d screamed yes and then phoned Tate to tell her the good news. They were planning for a March wedding, which gave them enough time to organise everything. Lash wanted her to have a church wedding. She didn’t care as long as she was with him.
“No, I’m not.”
Arms wrapped around her waist pulling her close. “Leave her alone, Tate. She can play with her ring if she wants. It’s hers.” Lash kissed her neck. Letting out a moan, Angel leaned against him. He caressed her stomach as he kissed her neck and shoulder.
She watched Tate tense as Murphy stood next to her.
“I’m going to see if Mikey needs help with the booze.” She smiled at Angel and moved away.
“She won’t talk to me,” Murphy said, watching her walk away.
“Tate’s hurt, and it’s going to take some time for her to get over that.”
Murphy shook his head. “I don’t know. She’s closed off even from Eva and Tiny.”
Angel wasn’t about to ruin the party by telling them Tate was moving out of Tiny’s home and into an apartment. She’d asked Tate to tell her father, but the other woman continued to refuse.
“She’ll come around,” Lash said, pulling Angel away.
“He looks sad,” Angel said. They moved to the far wall, and Angel started to put more balloons and banners up.
“They’ll get over it. I’m sure they’ll figure it out.”
Lash helped her finish the decorations, and when they got the sound of the horn they all crowded around waiting for the men to enter. Tiny had been the one to collect the men with Eva.
Angel leaned against Lash as they waited. His arms surrounded her with their warmth. The Skulls were her family now. She didn’t miss her father at all. Any love she’d had for him died in the moments leading up to his death. She wished she could forgive him, but it wasn’t possible. He’d grown greedy and put so many lives at stake because of it.
“I love you, baby,” Lash said, whispering the words against her ear.
She smiled. Every time they made love Lash told her his true feelings. He opened up to her in ways she never thought possible.
“I love you, too.”
The door opened, and they all erupted with cheers, laughter, and greetings.
Angel had asked for Emily and Darcy to wait in the kitchen. Moving forward she wrapped her arms around Blaine. “Are you okay?” she asked.
“I’m good. I, erm, I called Emily, but she didn’t answer her phone.”
In the last few months Angel had grown close to Blaine, and he was like a brother to her.
Taking hold of his hand she led him through the crowd and waited for Emily to exit. When she did Blaine looked shocked.
“She didn’t answer her phone because she’s been here waiting for you.”
Angel had reached out to the other woman when Blaine survived the first few weeks after surgery.
“Blaine?” Emily said. Darcy was on her hip.
He turned to her. “Thank you,” he said.
“Don’t spoil it. Go and get your girls.”
She watched him embrace both Emily and Darcy.
“You’re a hopeless romantic,” Lash said, muttering against her head.
Turning to face her man she wrapped her arms around his neck. “And you’re complaining? I don’t seem to recall you complaining when I made you a dinner and then sucked your cock for dessert.”