Giving It to the Monster (Saints and Sinners MC Book 4) (11 page)

Chapter Ten

Ricky moved into Sinners’ Corner, and became the talk of the entire town. He seemed to be everywhere, the diner, the club, Dirty Deeds, even in the grocery store. Saint didn’t seem to mind him, and the two got along great. Both clubs had actually welcomed him, and there was a kind of peace settling among everyone.

“It won’t last,” Sarah said. “Those men love conflict more than anything.”

Elena sighed. “You spend way too much time watching gangster movies. Ricky is a nice guy. Pipe invited him over for dinner, and he was so sweet with the kids. I’m not going to judge him.”

“What about you, Nat? Are you going to help me out here?”

“Right now I’m confused. This is your day off. Both of yours day off, and yet you’re here, working.” Natasha placed her hand on her hip. “What is up with that?”

“I thought you’d like the help. It’s delivery day,” Elena said.

“I’ve been given strict instructions from your charming husband not to let you overdo it. You want me to get killed?”

“No. I don’t want you to get killed.”

“What then?” Natasha asked. “Don’t you trust me?”

“No, no, of course not,” Sarah said.

“Our revenue has gone up in the months that you’ve been working. We’re able to commit to more internet sales, and you’re great company,” Elena said.

“What is it?” Natasha asked. Thursdays she got the shop to herself. Not that she was complaining of the company. It was nice to have Elena and Sarah with her. Only if they’d been like this every other time, she wouldn’t have been so suspicious.

“I wanted to talk about Ricky. I heard he was really making Sinners’ Corner his town. Even heard that he visited the library where Prue works.”

“Prudence Anderson?” Natasha asked.

“You know her?” Elena asked.

“I don’t know her. I went to school with her older, bitch of a sister. Prue was always this sweet little girl. She’s your age, Elena.”

“I know. I went to school with her, and she still is quiet and shy.”

“Anyway, you both are changing the subject. Why?”

The sudden sound of bikes riding into town had them turning toward the windows.

“This is the reason,” Sarah said.

Natasha frowned as she made her way out of Dirty Deeds. There had to be at least thirty bikers of the Saints and Sinners MC along with the Hell’s Wolves MC.

One man stood in the center, and her heart started to pound.

“Saint?”

He smiled at her, and Elena gave her a little push. Glaring at her, Natasha made her way toward the man who owned her heart.

“What’s going on?” she asked, nervous.

“I think you know,” he said, going down to one knee.

“Oh my,” she said.

“Natasha Greenwood, there was only ever one woman I’d ever say this to, and I know you’re her. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, and my old lady?”

She pressed her hands to her cheeks. Tears filled her eyes, and she nodded her head. Words failed her as she stared at the beautiful diamond ring.

“What?” he asked.

“Yes. Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

“Club and all.”

“Club, you, even if you were a homeless person I’d still marry you.”

He got to his feet, slid the ring on her finger, and she threw herself into his arms. Cheers erupted all around them.

“What made you want to marry me?” she asked, pulling away.

“Let’s just say I wanted to right a wrong I made in the past.”

“What was that?”

“The ring you’re wearing, I was going to give it to you prom night.”

She stared down at the beautiful ring.

“You were?”

“Yes. Then my father told me you wouldn’t say yes anyway. You were already planning to move on.”

“If I could kill that man again, I would.”

“I  love you, Natasha, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

Pressing her lips to his, she melted against him, knowing without a doubt she was going to be the happiest woman alive.

****

Melissa clapped her hands as Natasha said yes to Saint, the happiness from the couple beautiful to see.

“Hey, are you okay?” Penny asked, coming toward her.

“Yeah. I’m just so happy. They’re a wonderful couple.”

“That they are.”

“Is something wrong?” Melissa asked.

“I wanted to come and talk to you actually,” Penny said, turning toward her. “You’ve been avoiding my calls, and whenever I try to talk to you at the club, you turn and walk away.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Mel, you’ve never ever been too busy for your sister. What is going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Rage told me you and Pea are going to make a go of it. What’s wrong? Don’t you want to? Is that it?”

“No, it’s not. I, erm, I care about Pea, and I’ve thought how wonderful it would be for us to actually try this. You know, have a conventional relationship.”

“What’s wrong?”

Melissa stared across the town center, where her man was congratulating Saint and Natasha. Everything was going great between them. The chemistry, the fire, and now she was afraid.

“What is it, Mel, you’re scaring me?”

“I think I’m pregnant,” she said with tears in her eyes.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. When I married Pea, he didn’t want kids, Penny. I didn’t want kids.” She let out a breath. “I don’t know what to do.”

Penny pulled her in for a hug. “We’ll take care of it. I promise.”

Melissa hugged her sister close, wondering if she could take care of it.

She wanted that baby.

What if Pea didn’t?

Was she strong enough to go it alone?

Epilogue

Saint and Natasha were married a month after his proposal. Natasha didn’t want to wait, and neither did he. Saint had waited too long to put a ring on her finger, and he wasn’t going to wait much longer.

Rather than have their honeymoon at home, Saint took her to Australia to bask in the heat, the sun, the ocean, all of it while the rest of the world was freezing for their winter.

“You know I couldn’t come here for Christmas,” she said, turning onto her stomach.

“You couldn’t?” he asked, grabbing the sun lotion. “Even with all of the calm, relaxing, peaceful tranquility this place has to offer?”

She wrinkled her nose.

“My size sixteen ass is in a bikini because it can’t stand to wear anything else right about now. It’s sweltering, in November.”

He burst out laughing. “You are never satisfied.”

“Besides, I was thinking this Christmas, if it’s not at the club, we could put a tree up, decorate it, and I could cook us Christmas dinner with the turkey.”

“We had turkey for Thanksgiving.”

“Well maybe some prime rib. Ugh! You irritating man.” She collapsed back down, and he couldn’t stop laughing. “Mom always did lobster and ribs for thanksgiving, and then turkey for Christmas.”

“Your mom was British, and went to Sinners’ Corner when she was ten years old,” Saint said.

“So, I want to inherit some of her traditions.”

“We will, babe, I was only teasing you.” He wouldn’t have it any other way. Thanksgiving and Christmas at the Greenwood family had always been a treat to him, and he’d promised himself that he was going to follow those same traditions.

“You know my dad loved you, right?”

“He didn’t.”

“He did. He loved you because you make me happy, and I’m his little girl.”

Saint watched as she twirled her ring around her finger. Her mother’s wedding band was now on a chain around her neck. She rarely took it off, and he didn’t mind. It was the only connection she had with her mother, and he appreciated that.

“So, I was wondering,” he said.

“Oh dear.”

“It’s not bad.”

“Go on, I’m ready.”

“I was wondering what you think about kids?” Saint asked, rubbing the lotion into her skin. When she was done, Natasha sat up, and pushed him down so that he was on his stomach. She took the lotion from his hand, and squirted it into his back.

“Maybe I should draw a penis on your back so you sunburn with it on.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to talk here.”

“Then talk before I’m tempted to draw a penis, and take a picture.”

“Kids,” he said.

“What about them?”

“I want them. I’ve thought long and hard, and I want them with you.” Saint spun and gripped her hips so she straddled him. “What do you think?”

Natasha bit her lip, clearly trying to hide her smile. “I think I’ve hidden the condoms, and I would love to be the mother of your children.”

He sank his fingers into her hair, pulling her close. “Let’s head back to the hotel, and get started.”

“Lead the way, Prez.”

Packing up their stuff, he led the way, and for the rest of their two week honeymoon, they didn’t leave the room until she was pregnant.

The End

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