Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut(29)

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit!” I shout-whispered. Now, I had Luke scared that I would embarrass him, and Red thinking I was a stuck up bitch. This day was gonna be perfect.





“You ready?” Luke asked from the doorway of my closet. He was dressed in a white t-shirt, torn jeans and the black cap that I was beginning to love.

“What does DFFD stand for?” I asked, signaling to the lettering stitched on the back of his cap.

“Devils Forever, Forever Devils.” Great. I was sleeping with the Devil. “We need to go,” he said, walking up behind me and leaning down to kiss my hair.

“I’m ready.” I grabbed my oversized black coach bag that resembled a purse-if you wanted to hide a small toddler in it.

I wore a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a black sleeveless shirt that showed a good amount of cleavage when I left the two buttons at the top undone, and a pair of black stiletto boots. I tucked the front of my shirt in my jeans to show off the large, rhinestone buckle on my belt. My hair fell in long waves down my back and over my shoulders. My makeup was dark, my nails deep red, and I loved the bad ass biker chick look my complete outfit gave me.

My bag consisted of an extra change of clothes, just in case we stayed at Luke’s, and all the personal items that I planned to leave at his house. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t to mark my territory. I was trying to be open minded about all of these women I would encounter in the next hour, but that awful bitch that I was trying to bury deep inside was beginning to show her ugly face.

“You look stunning. I have a feeling tonight will end with me in a brawl over some guy looking at you,” Luke said smirking. I gasped at him. The thought of Luke in a fight made my stomach flip. “Kidding, babe. Just kidding.” My humorless laugh let him know that I did not find him very funny, but he still didn’t lose that smirk on his face. I had a feeling that Luke was being smug because he knew he wouldn’t lose if someone wanted to brawl. Oh, how I loved my conceited biker.

After the house was locked, the car was loaded, and we were seated inside, Luke’s mood brightened.

“You seem happy,” I said, turning to smile at him and placing my small, smooth hand in his large, calloused one.

“I haven’t seen these guys in quite some time. They are from our chapter out of Lake Charles, LA. You’ll love them,” he said smiling and bringing our hands up to his mouth so he could kiss my fingers. Why was that so heart melting? “I can’t wait for you to meet Brooklyn. She is like a mother to us all, and she has no problem speaking her mind.”

“Kind of like Red?” I asked, feeling my own self getting excited now.

“Red was her, twenty years ago. Brooklyn once told her that if she didn’t know any better, she would think she came from her own pussy.”

I laughed out loud at the harsh comment, and the fact that a woman who was considered a motherly figure would say it. Luke laughed with me and shook his head.

“She is definitely one of a kind. Her husband Ronnie is the president of that chapter. Other than Regg, he is one of my greatest brothers.”

“So, you have favorites?” I asked, my simple mind thinking that he shared the same love for each brother.

“I wouldn’t call it favorites. I love all of my brothers. I would give my life for any of them, but just like in a blood family, I prefer some over others.”

“How can you have more love for one that you hardly see, than you have for some that you see almost every day?” I asked, wondering what was so different about the other guys, or what they had done to make Luke not like them as much.

“Me and Ronnie go way back. He was a friend of my Pops. I don’t love him any more than I do any of the other guys; him and I just get along better and have a lot of history. Maybe it’s because I don’t see him as much and he doesn’t look to me for guidance like the other guys do. He’s my equal.” Luke explained, seeming to not understand the answer either. “I don’t know, I just miss him I guess. I miss all the guys. I have been so busy with the timber company and trying to straighten out shit with my own chapter, that I don’t have time to really enjoy the perks of being in this lifestyle, ya know?” Oh, how I did know. People would kill to be where I was on the ladder of success at my young age, but I was so busy trying to stay on top that I never got the opportunity to stop and enjoy it.

“I got ya, babe,” I said, smiling and bring our hands to my lips so I could kiss his fingers as he had mine.

“Stop stealing my lines and my moves. Babe is my word and the hand kissing is my thing. Not yours.” He was trying to be serious, but his smiling eyes gave him away.