Page 1 of Not Your Romeo
Chapter One
Let the Second Funeral Commence
Ziggy
I always said there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my kids. Man, I really didn’t know just how deep that sentiment was, until I agreed to marry into the mob, in exchange for their lives and freedom. I stood next to Sean Morgan, the head of the Double Nickel Gang, and watched Sammy ride off on the back of Menace’s bike.
Menace. If his mother didn’t pick a name that suited that bastard, the day she started calling him that. He dropped an assassin for the mob on accident, and now I was paying for it. Ultimately, maybe it was my sin to pay for. I was president of the Dirty Savages MC, after all. I should have shut that boy down a long time ago.
Truth be told, I’d have let Sean kill him, if Sammy hadn’t been blubbering about the love of her life. I told his brother, Henny as much, less than forty-eight hours ago. It had created quite the stir, with Henny being my Vice President. We’d been close for years, rode together ever since he was old enough to join. His pleas hadn’t been enough.
But Sammy…
She was the only daughter I had left, and she’d been through so much already this year. I just couldn’t understand why Sean wanted to sentence some poor girl to suffer a life with me because of all this.
I could hardly keep my thoughts from bouncing between the marriage I’d agreed to, and my daughter’s safety as that bike topped the hill.
Jesus Christ.
That was my daughter– My daughter riding bitch to a man on the run for two bodies and a fucking jail break. The boy's future only held two options: life in a cell, or death at the point of apprehension.
The fucker had already made his choice between the two.
We all knew it.
Damn it, I wanted to drag him back and kick his ass all over again. How dare he make my daughter ride off to watch the man she loves die by the gun! Especially when he knew damn well, she’s more like me than any son I got.
“It won’t surprise me none if she tries to fight their way out with him or dies alongside him when they end up cornered. Shit!” I cursed, shaking my head and regretting my decision already. “God knows, she knows her way around a weapon, too.”
Sean looked utterly impressed. I could tell he was head over heels with Sammy, but I was really trying not to think about it. My knuckles still hurt from busting on Menace when he agreed Sammy would be Sean’s after this was all over.
Like my daughter was some prize to be passed around!
“Truly? You taught her to shoot?” he excitedly asked.
“No. The U.S. Military did before they named her a sergeant of the Marine Corp,” I grunted.
“She’s perfect.” Sean exclaimed, his smile widening. “Well, you have my word, Wyatt. You won’t find that steep of problems from the lass that I’m entrusting you with. She’s a college lass, as I said. Indulged, perhaps. A little mouthy at times, but nothing that can’t be dusted off of her. She’s young–”
“You’ve said,” I grunted, before squinting as the last part of what he’d been on about caught up with me, “Did you just advise me to–?”
“Make an honest woman, mother and wife out of her by any means necessary.” Sean flippantly sang before waving his weapon toward the Lincoln in the driveway. “Come, get in the car, before we end up having to get a bullet dug out of your arse before mass.”
I closed my eyes, sighed, and marched toward my second funeral.
College.
I held my chin in my hand and stared out the window as the car traveled the various highways between Mt. Vernon and Belleville. At least we were going closer to home, instead of further from it. The club would only be a couple of thirty minutes away, I told myself as I stared at the cathedral we parked in front of.
“You want me to be married like this?” I looked down at my cut and ripped-up jeans.
Sean smiled and studied my boots before raising his gaze and nodding.
“She’ll love it. You know how college girls are, they love a bad boy, am I right?”
I couldn’t stop my face from skewering into a squint.
“Fuck me,” I huffed, throwing the door open.
