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Sonny is the only one who hasn’t moved. His jaw is still dropped, eyes blown wide as he gazes at me. Dacre lifts his chin, which causes him to shake himself out of his stupor.
“I... What… I… Scar… You…” He stumbles causing all of the guys to chuckle quietly. He doesn’t focus on them teasing him though. His focus still completely on me as he runs his hands through his hair.
“Lost for words babe?” I tease, giving him a sly grin.
“I… Fuck…” He breathes out, finally meeting my eyes. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
My cheeks heat. The tone of his voice indicates to me just how sincere he is.
“Thanks, Sonny.” I say quietly. His returning smile is fucking earth shattering. Where the cocky guy would normally be, in its place is the sincere, kind-hearted man underneath. A man I cannot wait to know more about.
I blow out a breath in an attempt to regain the pieces of myself that melted under the guy’s perusal of me. “Last one to the water is a drop bear lover.” I yell before taking off down the beach. The guys all laugh, and I hear them eventually beginning to take off. I almost trip when I see Nicky zoom past me.
“Fuck that shit!” He yells all before diving into the water.
Chapter Twelve
Nicky
Happiness is a fickle thing. Well, it is for me anyways.
It's something that not only I but the rest of my brothers have struggled with. The ability to hold onto it has been hard.
The last ten years have been hard. Trauma is hard.
Over the years, we've learnt to overcome the grief that so heavily fell on our shoulders at such a young age.
But that true, raw happiness has been hard to find and actually keep. I never thought I would have found it in Australia. Let alone in such a fucking stunner as Scarlett.
Girls have come and gone over the years. For Pike, Dawson, Sonny and I, we revealed the idea of easy pussy. What guy wouldn’t? The girls see the bad guy persona, the bike and the idea of gang life and fall at our knees. Not even one has ever captivated us for an extended period of time. Yet, this five-foot nine Australian blonde bombshell gets dropped into our laps and we immediately turn into putty.
Fuck, from the moment I saw her sitting in Pike’s lap saturated after he just pulled her out of the water, I've been obsessed.
The fact that she could have drowned didn’t faze her one bit. She sat there cracking the most corniest dad jokes while we were still attempting to level our heart rates.
Then the next day, takes her helmet off and pops a wheelie on the beach. I thought Dacre was going to pop a fuse. I think that surprised all of us, maybe even him. Dacre hasn’t shown interest in a single person, especially women since that day. The day that shattered all of our hearts.
I can see why Scar is in love with the beaches here. They're stunning. Not as stunning as she is though. Cringy as fuck but I don’t care. I am addicted to her. She has me by the balls.
I vowed to myself from a young kid that if I found happiness, I would hold onto it. Watching just how in love my parents are, makes me crave that kind of connection. One that is unbreakable, addictive. Other kids may shy away from openly seeing their parents' love. But for me, I have always admired their connection.
We muck around down in the water for what feels like hours. None of us have been able to keep our hands off Scarlett. She is either on one of our shoulders, piggy backing on one of our backs or we are throwing her from person to person. Her laughter is like a siren's call. I could listen to it on repeat. But that smile, it's my kryptonite.
The way I feel for her already is obviously shared by all five of us. Some guys would be jealous, but I don’t feel an ounce of it. Seeing her flirt with them and flirt right back sends a warm feeling through me. Because while she looks at them with adoration and heavy lust, she looks at me the same fucking way. I’d be happy to share her with the other guys. Knowing that between the five of us, we would be able to take care of her and keep her safe.
We made a similar vow ten years ago but things are different now.
We are different.
That day changed a lot of things. Not only in the club but within ourselves. We refused to allow a single child or woman to go through anything like that again.
What we are doing in the club is important. Shutting down human trafficking rings isn’t for the faint hearted. If I think too long about the shit I have come to see over the years, a cold sweat travels over my body.
The first time I saw the effects of a trafficking ring that we were able to successfully shut down, I ran outside and vomited. The president of our club was gentle with us that night. I distinctly remember him coming outside after me. He rubbed my back while I emptied my stomach. Told me it didn’t make me a lesser of a man that I became sick. That feeling I got when seeing what was being done to these people, would instead fuel the fire within myself to fight for them. To work my ass off day and night to have the ability and knowledge to fight them.
That is exactly what the guys and I did. From that day, we have relentlessly trained, gained knowledge and successfully taken down 25 trafficking rings. The skin trade in California is holding on by threads. Yet, we have a long way to go. I’ve seen the pres’ plans. Not only does he plan to shut down rings in Cali, he plans to expand and shut down rings throughout the states. The plans are already underway. But they are fucking brutal. I don’t think I have ever been so tired in my life.
When we were approved to go on leave early, we jumped at the chance. We were in desperate need of a break. To process the last few years.
