Page 24 of Flowers and Moonlight
THREE MONTHS LATER
POSY
I look around The Sanctuary, the bar owned by the Devil’s Saints, and am impressed with how the old church was renovated. It has a slightly creepy vibe, but with a modern flare and the old stained glass windows are gorgeous. I’m surprised they were allowed to turn it into a bar considering how people can be about historical buildings. At the same time, I’ve learned a lot about the MC and their influence after spending time around Fleur, the MC’s princess, and Viola.
I’ve become pretty good friends with both women along with Jasmine, who pours another shot for those of us sitting around the table even though she can’t drink since she’s pregnant. I can’t help but smile at how far my life has come in the last three months. I have a family now and I’ve learned that blood doesn’t mean shit when we’re talking about family. The only thing that matters, what really bonds people together, is love and loyalty.
It’s also not a bad thing the family I’ve found has a lot of power to wield. I haven’t heard anything from my father and the ladies have informed me how Samantha has been shunned all over town. I shouldn’t revel in another person’s misfortune, but it’s difficult not to, considering the way they beat me down for years.
Juan Martinez has steered clear of the Guidice family as far as I know, but I don’t think I would be in the know on that one. He never came after me, which is all that really matters. Sometimes ignorance is bliss…or at least plausible deniability.
Donovan plops down in the chair next to me with a big grin on his face as he looks around. He wiggles his eyebrows as he leans forward, “I gotta say that they might be big, bad bikers, but there is some real man candy around here.”
I burst out laughing along with the rest of the ladies around the table. I’m so glad I was able to maintain my friendship with Donovan. At first, Zeno and Tony weren’t happy about it. Not because they were jealous, but because Donovan wouldn’t give them information about me. I convinced them he was only trying to protect me and then brought my point home while on my knees with their cocks in my mouth.
I can be very convincing when I want to be, apparently. I never knew it before, but my men and my new life have given me confidence I was never aware I had. That’s what happens when you’re pushed to the ground too many times—you forget you can get back up.
Fleur shivers and looks around and I notice her brother at the bar. “Just no,” her voice is firm as she grimaces which only makes us laugh harder around the table.
“I don’t know, I think Donovan has a point,” Viola teases her best friend before taking her own shot.
I play with the glass in front of me, but I’m not going to drink it. I haven’t had anything to drink all night and that’s how it’s going to stay. No one has noticed. I haven’t told my men yet and they should know the news first.
My men.
It still amazes me that they are mine. I wouldn’t have it any other way. In the last three months, we’ve spent time getting to know each other in a way the first few days of our relationship didn’t allow. Zeno told me all about his sister and how he came to be apart of the family. Tony told me about how he was raised as well and how it forged his sense of loyalty.
They have both done things in the Guidice name many would look down on and violence is not something they are strangers to. But that doesn’t make them bad men. They touch me with only my pleasure in mind and show me every day how much I am loved.
I’m sure there are people out there who would think I went from one bad situation to another, but I know the truth. The people who matter to me know the truth too and most of them are sitting around this table with me right now.
The moonlight streams in through the stained-glass window and I take a moment to appreciate it.
Donovan knocks his shoulder against mine and eyes me, his voice curious, “How come you haven’t touched your shot?”
My lips part and I glance guiltily around the table. Jasmine tilts her head to the side to study me and I can tell the moment she realizes what is going on with me. My cheeks heat and I shake my head, about to try and spin some lie.
I’m a horrible liar though and everyone around the table knows it.
The door to The Sanctuary opens and three pissed off men prowl into the bar, their eyes scanning until they land on our table. I’m pretty sure Dante growls, but I can’t focus on that shit because I have two men searing me with an intensity which makes me squirm in my seat.
“Uh-oh,” Fleur singsongs.
“They found us,” Viola hisses.
I quirk an eyebrow at her, amused when I ask, “Where else would we be? Considering we ditched our shadows, there is only one option for us where they would feel there was any protection to be had.”
“Yeah, from the looks on their faces, that isn’t going to help you here,” Donovan speaks out the corner of his mouth.
The men stride over to our table. Dante reaches Jasmine first and scoops her up into his arms. I can’t even begin to hear their conversation because I’m being thrown over Tony’s shoulder. He proceeds to spank my ass hard one time in the middle of the bar, not giving a single fuck who is there.
“Hey,” I protest, “put me down and at least let me say goodbye.”
“Not happening,il nostro chiaro di luna,” Zeno grits out through his teeth. “You’re out here surrounded by all these men without our rings on your finger.”
That shuts me the hell up. Their rings? Is that going to be happening? We haven’t talked about it before.
When we’re at the car, they put me in my seat and I reach out with my hands, dizziness sweeping through me. When I get myself under control, I look up into two sets of eyes, one brown and one gray, filled with concern.
