Uncover Me (21 page)

“He’s a good man, baby. I’m so happy for you.”

“
Good
isn’t a word I’d used to describe him.” Izzy laughed, tossing the mitts on the counter before snagging a serving platter from the cabinet.

“I have a feeling he’s a lot like your father—”

“Stop right there,” Izzy interrupted, turning to look at her ma. “There are things a child should never hear, and that’s one of them.”

Mrs. Gallo laughed a big, bellowing laugh, her body shaking as her cheeks turned pink. “Child, how do you think we got five kids?”

“You’re like the Virgin Mary, Ma.”

“Not after your father got his hands on me. I don’t think I left the confessional for a month. I had a lot of repenting to do.” Her laughter grew louder as Izzy winced.

“See the shit I have to put up with in this house?” Izzy asked, throwing her hands up.

“Izzy, I don’t feel sorry for you
at all.
Be thankful you have a mother to talk with like this.”

Both sets of eyes looked at me, sadness written all over their faces.

“What do you need me to do next?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“That’s it,” Mrs. Gallo said, walking up to me and once again giving me a hug. This time, it was gentle and brief. “Let’s get my future grandbaby nourished.” She placed her hand over my stomach and looked up at me with a cheerful expression. “Maybe someday I’ll be feeding one inside you.”

Oh shit.
I couldn’t imagine having a baby now—or in five years. I didn’t even have my shit together. I didn’t have an education or a career, and the last thing I wanted to be was barefoot and pregnant.

“Don’t start that shit, Ma. You’re going to scare her away. One baby at a time.”

“You’re next, Izzy. I can feel it.”

“You better be feeling something else, because that is not happening anytime soon. I’m too young and having too much damn fun to have a baby ruin everything.”

“Izzy,” her mother scolded her. “Babies don’t ruin anything. They bring so much joy.”

“Yeah. They also bring a lot of shit and sleepless nights. I’ll skip that mess for now.”

“You’re ridiculous. I love all my kids.”

“Uh huh,” Izzy muttered, grabbing the meatballs and heading into the dining room.

I picked up salad and bread, following Izzy as we made a couple of trips back and forth. We filled the glasses with drinks and made sure everything was laid out to her mother’s liking before Izzy yelled, “Dinner!” from the middle of the room.

Seconds later, everyone was jockeying for a spot at the table. Thomas casually strolled in, pulling out a chair for me and waiting for me to sit before he did the same next to me.

The conversation flowed easily as the family mercilessly teased each other throughout dinner. Joe seemed like a cool dude with a hint of scary. I’d seen his type around the strip club, but he seemed utterly devoted to his wife and future child. He doted on her, refilling her plate and paying close attention to her every need. He wasn’t an asshole biker, but a loving husband with that I’ll-kick-your-ass-without-apologizing quality about him.

The brunette—Mia, I learned—was a doctor who ran a local health clinic for the needy population in the area. The smile on her face never left while she talked about work. I wanted that feeling. I wanted the sense of doing something good with my life.

Mike seemed like a brute. He was huge, the beefiest of all the Gallo men. He was a jokester, though, and I could tell he had a big heart. But I couldn’t figure out the Mia situation. I could tell he loved her, and everyone kept hinting about marriage, but he kept changing the subject. There was more to the story, and I hoped it would come out on girls’ night out.

Anthony was the oldest and the only unattached of all the siblings. He seemed pissed off about love, grumbling under his breath during dinner. Everyone gave him a lot of shit, telling him that, someday, a girl would have him by the balls. I swear I heard him say that they were already taken, but he’d spoken so low that I couldn’t be sure.

Through the entire dinner, I kept glancing down at Mr. and Mrs. Gallo. Even after all the years they’d been together, they were still madly in love. It was evident by their constant touching and sideways glances. I envied them for having such a strong relationship, and wondered if that would be Thomas and me in thirty years. Allowing myself to think that way might be dangerous, but I could have a dream.

The love and acceptance in this room hit me like a ton of bricks as I took stock of those around me. No matter what they said or how they joked, behind it all was love. They accepted and loved each other.

Not once in my entire life had I sat around a table like this. I had been to huge gatherings—mostly biker parties or celebrations where members wandered about, scarfing down plates of food and bullshitting—but nothing like this.

Wondering what Christmas would be like, I imagined happy children giddy to open their presents as they sat around the tree. When I was young, I’d been lucky to get a small trinket from one of the guys my mom had been fucking at the time. I felt robbed of my childhood the more I watched this family interact. Hell, I’d been robbed of the family experience in my adulthood too—and I was pissed.

Feeling a need to be alone and wallow in my self-pity, I placed my napkin on the table and pushed my chair back. “Where’s the bathroom?” I whispered in Thomas’s ear.

He stopped moving, his fork touching his lips. “Are you okay?” he asked, turning toward me and looking me straight in the eyes.

“Yeah,” I replied, nodding and praying that he believed my lie. “Just need to go to the bathroom, baby.” I plastered a fake smile on my face, attempting to make my story more believable.

“I’ll show you,” he responded, setting his fork on his plate. “We’ll be right back everyone,” he announced, standing and tossing his napkin on the chair.

“I can go myself.” I didn’t want to pull him away from his family. I needed a moment to collect my thoughts.

“No, I’ll take you.” He smiled, brushing his fingers against my cheek.

“Don’t be too long. Don’t go pulling a Mike and Mia,” Izzy told us before we walked out into the foyer.

“What’s she talking about?”

“Long story. Don’t worry about it.” He stopped walking and turned to face me. “Are you really okay?” His eyes searched mine—looking for what, I didn’t exactly know.

“I am,” I lied again, not wanting to bring down the happy party at the dinner table. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin any moment he had with his family.

“It’s a lot to take in. Remember, I know your mother really well.”

“Please say you didn’t—” I started before he put his index finger against my lips.

“No!” he growled, shaking his head. “I know what a shitty person she is. I wouldn’t let that woman near my dick even if it would have been the only way to bring down the MC.”

“Thank God.” I dragged my hands down my face, trying to wash that image out of my mind. “I just needed a minute. I love your family. They’re amazing. I feel like it’s a crazy sitcom on television. You’re one of the luckiest people I know.”

“Hey,” he said, lifting my chin with his fingers and forcing my eyes to meet his. “You may have gone without it for the first part of your life, but if you stay with me, they’ll become your family.”

Could I stay and feel like part of this family? I knew I wanted that. I wanted to be a Gallo. I wanted someone to call Mom and Dad, and a place where I felt I belonged.

“I know.” I waved my hand at him, feeling my eyes fill with tears. “I need to stop focusing on what I missed and realize what can be mine.”

“I’m yours,” he whispered, catching a tear as it trickled down my cheek. “As long as you’ll have me, I’ll be yours.”

His words gave me that mushy feeling as butterflies filled my stomach. I’d waited forever for those words, and the more he said it lately, the more I truly believed them.

“I’m being a stupid girl,” I whined, sniffling and wiping my nose with the back of my hand in the most unladylike fashion.

“Come here, Angel.” He held out his hand, waiting for me to curl into his body like I often did.

I felt at home and completely at peace in his arms. So I rested my head on his shoulder and cried softly as he rubbed my back and whispered words of reassurance in my ear.

I pulled away, leaving his shirt damp, and sniffled. After wiping my face, I was ready to face the family again, but I was sure I looked like a hot mess.

“Give me five minutes to get myself together and I’ll come back in. Go eat, baby.”

He grabbed my face and swiped my remaining tears away with his thumbs. “Don’t take too long or I’m sending Izzy to find you.” Then he smiled, pulled my face to his, and kissed me.

Wrapping my arms around him, I returned his kiss, letting my tongue wander inside his mouth for a taste.

“Sorry,” I murmured against his lips as I sniffled. It hadn’t been the sexiest kiss I had ever given him.

“You can make up for it when we get home,” he said, a small grin playing on his lips.

“Should we go now?” I offered, rubbing my hand against his chest.

“No. You’ll have to wait. Anticipation makes it better,” he whispered, causing my insides to twitch.

This morning I’d prayed for death. But now I wanted him inside me. On top of me and all over my body.

“I’ll let you know if it does.” I winked at him before pushing away and climbing the steps.

Looking behind me, I saw him laughing and watching me sway my hips as I walked. The man was devastatingly handsome. I was the luckiest bitch alive to have him in my life. For once, the gods had picked me to hit the jackpot. Lord knows they owed me one for having given me an asshole mother.

Chapter 17

Watching Angel through the sliding glass door as I sat on the couch, I knew the internal struggle she felt. Although this was my family, I didn’t feel like a true member. Being away had altered things, and I was still trying to find my place amongst the others. I couldn’t imagine her feelings about being an outsider and walking into this insanity.

She threw her head back, grabbing her stomach as she laughed. Izzy, Mia, Suzy, and Ma were sitting outside, talking out of our earshot. It was great to watch them interact from afar and study Angel’s body language. She seemed at ease and more comfortable with the girls than she had when she’d walked in the door. She fit in nicely with the women my brothers had brought into their lives.

Izzy was the ringleader, which wasn’t surprising, but it could be a complete disaster. She didn’t put much thought into shit before she acted, which was the one thing that had scared me about her as she’d been growing up. Teenagers were already spontaneous and typically didn’t think about the consequences, but Izzy had given sanity a run for its money. I’d thought she’d calm down as an adult and give the family some peace, but I had been wrong. She was the free spirit, living life by the seat of her pants.

“Nice sight, isn’t it?” James asked from next to me on the couch, looking out the window with me.

“Yeah,” I replied, staring at Angel and smiling. “Best fucking sight there is.”

“She seems to fit in well, Thomas. You were right about her.”

I glanced at him and squinted. “Did you doubt my judgment?”

“Nah, but it was some risky shit.”

“I wouldn’t have fallen in love with her if she weren’t an amazing woman.”

“Hey,” Mike interrupted as he rolled over on the floor to face James and me.

“What?” I asked, happy to change the subject.

“Let’s do a poker night when the girls go out. I could use a night out too.”

“In the mood to lose all your money?” Joe asked Mike.

“I’m going to kick your ass, Joey,” Mike responded.

“Not happening.”

Mike laughed, slapping the floor. “Dude, you haven’t beaten me at cards in five years.”

“It’s because your ass cheats,” I replied, speaking up for Joe.

“Pussies,” Mike muttered, sitting up and looking over at Anthony. “You in?”

Anthony glanced up from his phone, his eyebrows knitted together as he stared at Mike. “What?”

“Dipshit, pay attention. Poker this week. Are you in?”

“Maybe,” he answered then diverted his attention back to his phone.

Mike shrugged and rolled his eyes. “He’ll be there. What the fuck else does he have to do?”

“Don’t you guys have a shop to run? How the fuck are you going to play poker?” I asked Mike.

“Wednesday, we don’t have any appointments after six so far. We’ll just close the shop early due to a family event.”

“Doesn’t really qualify as an event,” James said to Mike.

“Like fuck it doesn’t. A boys’ night out of poker with my brothers sounds like a family event to me. It’s settled. Wednesday it is. You bitches be there so I can take your money. Pop,” he said, turning to face my dad, “you want to join us?”

Pop shook his head, laughing. “Son, it wouldn’t be fair of me to play. I could never take my kids’ money.”

“That’s a lot of shit-talkin’, old man—” Mike replied with a giant smile on his face.

Pop held his hand up. “I may be old, but I can still kick your ass, son.”

“Someone’s feeling frisky.” Joe laughed, standing from the couch and heading for the patio. “We gotta jet.”