Saving Dallas 2 Making the Cut (20 page)

Shit.

Here I was, making excuses for him once
again. I felt like one of those women in the Lifetime movies who
keeps trying to convince themselves that’s their husbands are
actually good people. Those women usually ended up dead or hurt. I
was heading down that same path of destruction, and yet I didn’t
seem to care. If I thought for a moment that someone I loved had
betrayed me, I would have acted the same way. Of course, someone
had and that person just so happened to be lying in bed next to me.
I was setting myself up for failure. There was no way that this
could work between us. Luke was a man who lived a lifestyle where
he had to be two different people. If you took bipolar, mixed it
with PMS, and added a touch of testosterone, you would get Luke. He
was overbearing, intimidating, scary and unpredictable. He was also
sexy, sweet and charming. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
Hell, even Jeff turned out to be a disaster. He
had
to be
working with Frankie or a part of some shady shit, because if he
didn’t then that meant my life was semi-normal. There was
absolutely nothing normal about my life. Everything in it was
fucked up, including the people I loved. I fit right in with the
rest of this family, maybe that’s why I couldn’t let go. I sighed
in frustration, aggravated at myself for not being able to just
figure this shit out. When God was handing out normal lives, I must
have been in the bathroom and got the leftovers. I was a smart
woman who worked too hard to be lying in bed with a guy who fucked
my brains out one minute and had me so scared that I almost pissed
my pants the next. Maybe Luke being gone would do us some good. I
needed some space.

RED

“Do you have any idea what kind of shit storm
you’ve created?” I stood in front of Regg, my hands on my hips
wearing nothing but his favorite bra and panty set. Regg had a
thing for neon colors against tan skin and it was taking everything
he had to focus on my face and not the tops of my breasts.

“What the fuck did you want me to do, baby?
Tell Luke that the guy fucking the girl that he branded years ago
without anyone’s knowledge was in bed with Frankie? I’m not a
fucking idiot. Luke would have killed him the moment he found
out.”

“Well, no shit. That would have worked out
better than this!” I yelled, throwing my hands in the air. Regg
stepped closer to me, warning me with his body language and giving
me that ‘shut the fuck up’ look. I knew when to keep my mouth shut,
but today I felt like pushing my limits. Fights like this often
ended up with me on my back anyway, so I didn’t have much to lose.
“Luci called me last night and told me Luke scared the shit out of
Dallas. She was bawling when they left the hospital and Luke didn’t
even go to the meet tonight, scared that if he left her side, she
would bolt. How do you figure that’s better than killing Jeff and
Frankie?” Our guys were not murderers. Well, I didn’t think they
were murderers. They had guns and shit, but as far I knew pulling
the trigger on someone was not something they did. They often
talked about ‘killing’ people, but it was just a figure of speech.
At the most, Luke would have beat him into hospitalization, and he
most definitely deserved that.

“Luke has done a lot for this club. He has
worked hard to get it legit and I won’t let him ruin it over a
piece of ass. I took Luke’s job looking out for Dallas because he
couldn’t. I did whatever the fuck I had to do. In no way was Jeff a
threat to Dallas. He never involved her in anything and Frankie
never got close to her. When things started getting serious with
him, I arranged for him to be caught with another woman. I knew
Dallas couldn’t handle the blow to her ego and would let him go.
She did, he’s gone, she is with Luke and everyone is alive and the
club didn’t take a hit because Luke was thinking with his dick and
not his brain. So, before you start popping your fucking gums at
me, you need to realize your place. This is not your business, and
I’ll only tell you once to shut you fucking mouth. The subject is
closed.” Regg was pissed. He was so mad that his face was red and
he was struggling to contain his anger.

Me? I was soaking wet. There was something
about the way he dominated me; the way he seemed to make me feel
small and submissive that just turned me on. Even with his blonde
hair a mess, his eyes red with dark circles under them, and his
clothes dusty from riding hours nonstop looking for the men that
kidnapped me, he was fucking mouthwatering.

Regg is not your typical biker. Most people
picture them with long hair, tattoos and a dark personality. Not my
Regg. He has blonde hair that’s just long enough to stick out the
sides of his cap, a panty dropping smile, he’s full of charm and
personality and doesn’t have a single tattoo, because his fear of
needles outweighs his desire to fit in. He is a bigger guy. He
doesn’t have the sexy six pack abs or back muscles that ripple when
he flexes, but he has the biggest forearm muscles I have ever seen
on a man. He has a demanding presence, when he speaks, people
listen and when he smiles, he could light up the darkest room. He
is day and night mixed together. He is happy and horrifying at the
same time. His voice is playful yet demanding, and on any day, at
any time he always smells of leather and man. Out of all of the
hotties in the Devil’s Renegades, it was Regg who pulled the most
pussy, which often ended in me showing my ass whenever we went
somewhere. He could charm the panties off a nun and make the Pope
sniff them, just for shits and giggles. He is my everything, and
even in this moment when I wanted to slap him, I wanted to be
beneath him more.

“Whatever. I’m calling Dallas,” I said,
walking away from him before I gave in to my stupid vagina and
tackled him.

“Yeah, why don’t you do that,” Regg said,
watching as I sashayed away. I could almost hear his cock twitch in
his pants.

I had to call Dallas’s cell three times
before she finally answered.

“Hello,” She said, her voice thick with sleep
or emotion, I wasn’t sure which.

“Hey hun, how’s it goin’?”

“I’m good. Just got through eating. How are
you?”

I could hear the bed move and I figured that
she was getting up to go somewhere a little more private.

“I’m fine. Worm told Luci what happened. She
called me, so I’m calling you. Tell me your side.” No need to beat
around the bush about anything.

“I’m so fucking confused, Red. It’s like my
whole life has been set up for me. I don’t know what’s real and
what’s not, ya know? I mean, the only reason Luke is in my life, is
because he was hired to be. The only reason Jeff was in my life,
was because Frankie wanted info on me, and the people that I
thought loved me, like Stacy, turned out to be backstabbing, money
hungry, murderers. I just want to go back to normal. I want to go
back to a time where if there were people watching me and trying to
kill me, I didn’t know it.” Her voice was barely a whisper. I felt
her pain. Hell, I thought I had a shit life.

“Look, they’re leaving in the morning, before
sunrise. I’ll be there before they leave. They’ll be gone and we
will spend the next few days doing whatever we want. I’ll handle
Luke. You just get some sleep and starting tomorrow, things will
get better.”

Regg was shaking his head in warning at me
from across the room. I gave him the finger and turned my back to
him. Dallas deserved a true friend and some time to process this.
If that meant us going out on the town with five bodyguards, then
that’s exactly what we were going to do.

“Thanks Red, but before this goes any
further, is your friendship genuine? I mean, is anyone paying you
to hang out with me, or are you secretly trying to kill me or dig
up dirt on me?” she asked exasperated. I figured no matter what I
said at this point, she wouldn’t believe me anyway, so I lied.

“No, Dallas. Our friendship is genuine. I’m
coming because I want to, not because I have to.”

“See you tomorrow,” she said, almost in
defeat. I disconnected the call and turned to see Regg smiling at
me.

“My baby is such a good liar. It actually
kinda scares me,” he said, walking slowly up to me.

“I’m not lying. I do want to go visit her,” I
said in my defense, trying to stay focused on his face and not the
bulge in his pants. Shit. How did he manage to do this to me?

“You have to go. I remember you throwing a
fit a few minutes ago because you didn’t want to and Luke talked
you into it.”

“I really do want to go.” And I did. Hanging
with Dallas might actually be fun. Even more so, now that the guys
were going out of town.

“I’m gonna miss you, baby,” Regg said as he
wrapped my long hair around his wrist and pulled me to him.

“Then I better give you something to help you
remember what you have at home,” I said, squeezing his crotch
roughly. He grunted in my mouth, tightening his hold on my
hair.

“It’s only you, baby. Only you.”

DALLAS

“I’m not sure if I should hate you or not
right now. I just need some space to think.” I was walking out of
the bathroom and I felt like it was as good a time as any to go
ahead and let Luke know how I felt. My conversation with Red had
been a short one. I really didn’t want to answer when she called,
but the damn phone kept ringing. I couldn’t trust her any more than
I could trust any of the others.

“I’m sorry about earlier. I snapped. There is
no excuse, but when I got a message that said ‘Dallas’ Jeff’, I
kind of lost it. Regg never told me about him. I’m sure he had his
reasons, but it probably would have been best if I had known. I
know you have been with other men, but to know how close you came
to Frankie does something to me.”

“Well, if you remember I have been close to
Frankie. Very close.” Low blow, Dallas, but I didn’t care. Luke
nodded his head, understanding my hurtful comment and took it on
the chin without any complaint. He knew that he deserved it.

“I know you want some space, but I’m leaving
in a few hours and I would just like to hold you. It helps to
remind me what I’m fighting for.”

“You don’t have to fight for me, Luke.
Frankie will eventually go away. I can call the cops and get a
restraining order. I can hire security. I don’t need you or your
club putting your neck out for me. I can handle shit on my own,” I
said, standing at the foot of the bed debating whether or not I
should sleep with him or on the couch. Luke shook his head and gave
me a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“I’m not worried about Frankie, babe. I’m
fighting to keep you. I fucked up, Dallas. I fucked up bad and I’m
sorry. It won’t happen again. I’ll prove it to you.” Luke’s look
was already defeated. He was afraid he had lost me and I was too,
but I couldn’t stay mad at him forever. So he lost his temper,
screamed at me, accused me of doing the unthinkable and used a
little too much physical force when escorting me to the elevator.
To a normal person, that was grounds for a break-up, but I had
recently discovered that I was not normal.

“I want to tell you something. Not to defend
myself, because what I did was inexcusable, but because I want you
to know how important you are to me and how much I trust you and
want you in my life.” Now he had my attention. I crawled up on the
bed next to him and slid under the covers. His body was warm and
the only thing separating us was his thin boxer briefs. His
thickness pressed against my ass as he pulled me to him. One arm
snaked around my waist and I laid my head on the other.

“My club has done some bad shit, Dallas. At
one time, I thought that was the life that I wanted to live. After
Logan was born, I realized that I wanted something different for my
family. The people that belong to this club deserve more than what
we had to offer them, so I made it my goal to better it. I know
that we will never be outstanding citizens or meet the standards
that society thinks we should, but I want us to be a family that
takes care of our own and does so in a way that one day my kids can
look back and be proud of the decisions that I have made. I want to
leave behind a legacy that my grandchildren can carry on. I’m
almost there, babe. The drugs, the money, the guns-I don’t like it.
It’s poison. Security and legit businesses and clean records-that’s
my goal. I’m gonna take care of Frankie, Dallas. I’m gonna send him
to a place where he will never be able to hurt you again. To do
that, I have to reach down and bring out that guy that I have sworn
I would never be again. I’m not perfect and I never will be, but if
you will stick by me, I promise to give you a life that you never
dreamed possible. With me comes a family that will give their own
lives to save yours. I don’t want to be the guy that I was today,
but the truth is, that’s who I am. You make me want to be a better
person.”

My eyes burned with tears. Luke was not a
good guy. I had known that from the beginning, but there was still
good in him and it by far outweighed the bad.

“Who is Logan’s father?” I asked, wondering
if he was okay with Luke being around his child.

“He’s not around,” Luke said, rubbing his
thumb across my stomach.

“Where is he?” I pushed, hoping I could get a
little more insight on my nephew.

“That’s not important. What’s important is
that Logan and Maddie are safe and Logan has ten father figures,
instead of just one.”

“Did you kill him?”

Luke’s hand stilled while he pondered what to
say. When his thumb started rubbing my stomach again he spoke,
“No.”

“Are you going to kill Frankie?”

“I am gonna take care of Frankie.”

“Does that mean you’re gonna kill him?”

“That means, even if I did, I would never
tell you. That makes you an accessory. I’m gonna take care of
Frankie to keep you safe, just like I took care of Brett to make
sure Maddie and Logan were safe. That’s what I do. I take care of
my family.”