Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut (11 page)

“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.

I shook my head and looked out the window.
The cars we passed seemed to be sitting still. I looked over at the
speedometer and my eyes bugged out of my head. Luke drove my
Mercedes like he drove a Harley.

“You in a hurry or something?” I almost
shouted at him.

“I like this car. I might get one,” he said,
raising his left arm that he had thrown over the top of the
steering wheel to glance at the needle on the speedometer-the
speedometer that was hitting the one hundred mile per hour mark. I
rolled my eyes at his unconcerned expression.

“You’re gonna get a ticket,” I chastised.

“I know people, babe,” he said with a wink
and of course, I melted. He could speed. I didn’t mind.

When we turned off the highway and onto the
long gravel road that would lead us to the clubhouse, Luke entered
into full blown LLC mode.

“Remember what I said, Dallas, and remember
your promise.”

“What promise?” I asked, my heart beginning
to beat heavy in my chest and my bitch meter slowly climbing. Luke
gave me that don’t-be-a-bitch look. Maybe it was the tone of his
voice or the “don’t embarrass me comment” but I immediately punched
the bitch in me in the face and sent her back to her dark cell.

“To be cordial.” Oh yeah, that.

“I promise to be good and I’ll try to not be
a bitch,” I said, holding up the scouts honor symbol in hopes of
lightening the mood. Surprisingly, it worked.

“That’s all I ask, beautiful.”

Ahh, the “beautiful” word. It got me every
time-along with the wink and the smirk and the “babe” and the white
t-shirts and the lips. My thoughts of Luke were interrupted when I
saw all of the motorcycles lined up in front of the club house.

“Holy shit,” I mumbled. There had to be fifty
bikes there, along with several SUV’s-all black and all Cadillac.
Luke laughed at my expression and his happiness was contagious.
Instead of being nervous, I was now practically elated to meet them
all.

Luke pulled the car into the garage next to
his truck, which I last saw at the hospital. How had it got here? I
reached for the handle to get out, anxious to meet everyone, when
he tightened his grip on my hand and pulled slightly so that I
turned to look at him. He smiled when he saw my face.

“I love that excited look in your eyes. I
love how you are willing to embrace this and all of the chaos that
comes with it. I love you.” My body sagged with his words and tears
burned the back of my eyes.

“I love you too, baby,” I whispered, so
overcome with the emotion on his face that the tears that were
burning my eyes only moments before were now threatening to spill
over.

“This is your family, Dallas. The ones you
have met, love you. The ones who are anticipating your arrival,
love you. I know you will make me proud.”

“I will,” I managed to choke out. I took a
deep breath to stifle the sob that was building in my chest. I was
so lost in the depth of Luke’s blue eyes that I had not seen anyone
approaching the car. My door was swung open and I nearly jumped out
of my seat as I was greeted with the sexiest, raspy voice I had
ever heard.

“I’ve been waiting all day to meet this sexy
bitch.” Without anyone telling me, I knew instantly, that this was
Brooklyn.

She was everything I imagined her to be. Her
long, dark dirty blonde hair was braided to the side and an orange
bandana covered her head. She wore the brightest red lipstick that
I had ever seen and it worked perfectly with her light blue eyes.
Her black tank was tucked into blue jeans, and God must have known
that I would need a discussion topic, because her rhinestone belt
buckle was identical to mine. Faded tattoos covered the tops of her
breasts and her arms, and I could tell that this woman had lived
this life for quite some time.

I didn’t have time to process much more,
because she was pulling me out of the car by my arm before I could
even look to see if our boots had the same rhinestone studded
heal.

“Ooh Luke! She is a sexy bitch, and she has
style! I’m Mama Brooklyn and I told Ronnie that if he didn’t get me
over here to meet this woman that had stolen Luke’s heart, I was
going to cut his balls off.” I was in love. I had never had
feelings for a woman, but I could easily see myself living the rest
of my life with her.

“Hi,” I managed to squeak out. She had me
fully engulfed in a hug and was squeezing me as if I were her long
lost son back from a tour in Afghanistan.

“Brooklyn,” I heard Luke say from somewhere
behind me. “Meet my girl, Dallas Knox.”

Brooklyn held me at arm’s length so she could
take in a full view. She said my name again, mostly to herself,
then looked me in the eye.

“Baby, I have been around a long time. I can
tell when a woman is in love, and you are a woman in love.” I
beamed at her, confirming her statement.

“Yes ma’am, I am.”

“Good, but if you fuck him over, I’ll fuck
you up.” I laughed at the words, remembering that Red have given me
that exact line the first time I met Luke.

“Oh, she knows,” came a voice from the back
of the garage, and I looked to see Red walking towards us with the
swag of a black man with a twelve inch cock. How did she do
that?

“This is my mini me,” Brooklyn informed me,
letting me go so she could throw her arm around Red and place a
kiss on her lips. That must have been a biker thing. They all
seemed to do that.

“So I have been told,” I said, closing the
few feet between me and Red and throwing my arms around her. I
hoped that she had forgiven me for my snotty comment earlier. When
she wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek, I knew I was
back in her good graces.

“If you ladies don’t mind, I would like to
introduce Dallas to the guys. Personally,” Luke said, walking past
me and hugging Brooklyn, then Red. They both laughed at his comment
and I felt like I was missing out on an inside joke. Red sensed my
discomfort and eased my mind.

“He just don’t want anyone to get the
impression that you’re available,” she said, rolling her eyes and
placing her hand on her hip. She was dressed much like me and
Brooklyn, but the top she wore was bright orange. Her cleavage
bulged out of her thin shirt and her tight jeans fit perfectly
around her curves. She stood even taller in a pair of thigh high
boots that covered her faded jean clad legs. Diamond hoops swung
from her ears along with a diamond bracelet, a diamond studded
watch and a diamond ring on almost every finger. She caught me
looking at her jewelry infested hands.

“Don’t get too excited there, sugar. They’re
only CZ’s. I only break the real stuff out on a special
occasion.”

“This is a special occasion! I’m here,”
Brooklyn chimed in next to her. Luke grabbed my hand and pulled me
away, obviously knowing that this conversation could go on for
days.

Chapter 5

Dallas

We walked down the pathway that led to the
large clubhouse, and I wanted to jump up and down when I heard all
the familiar voices coming from inside the closed doors. As if they
were expecting our arrival, the double doors were opened and I was
immediately greeted with cigarette smoke, loud music, and two
PROSPECTS.

“Welcome home, brother,” the first PROSPECT
said to Luke as we entered. I recognized him from the house, but I
didn’t know his name. PROSPECT didn’t seem like it was the right
way for me to address him, but I was relieved of my worry when Luke
introduced us.

“Dallas, this is Tommy. Tommy, this is my
girl, Dallas.”
My girl.
Every time he used that term I got
butterflies. My full mega watt smile was still in place, and I
placed my hand in his.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am,” he said, his look
serious, but his eyes very appreciative. The look didn’t go
unnoticed by Luke.

He took a step closer to him, his eyes
darkening and his voice stern, “mine.”

Tommy’s face went grave and it was like Luke
was sucking the honesty out of him. I would have lied and said I
didn’t know what he was getting so worked up about, but Tommy spit
the truth without even breaking eye contact.

“Sorry, Pres, but I couldn’t help it. She is
the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

Luke’s face softened a little, and I think he
regretted being so hard on him. To smooth things over, he grabbed
him on the shoulder and let out a deep breath.

“Yeah, PROSPECT, she is quite breathtaking,”
he said, in what I assumed was in an attempt not to seem like such
an ass.

“Thank you, Tommy. You are very kind. I
appreciate everything you guys have done for me,” I said, my
fingers tightening in Luke’s hand. I hoped he would get the “you’re
a dick” message I was sending him. Luke smirked and looked at me,
not at all affected by my attempt.

“Yes, ma’am. My pleasure.” The appreciative
look in his eyes was gone, but I knew his words were genuine.

“Hello, Miss Dallas.”

I turned to see a young guy who couldn’t have
been any older that eighteen standing behind me. He stuck his hand
out in front of me, forcing me to let go of Luke’s to shake it.
Luke let go of my hand and let out and exasperated breath.

“Dallas, meet Kid.” Kid was short and wiry,
giving me the impression that he was a little nerdy. I mentally
scolded myself for stereotyping him, something I promised myself I
wouldn’t do, and flashed him a smile.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Kid.”