Part 29 (2/2)

They both looked to where Eva was standing, talking with Kami, a very pregnant Dorothy, Mick and his wife Adriana, Danny and... ZZ, whose f.u.c.king arm was slung over his daughter's shoulders. His fists clenched but he kept it reeled in. He had promised Eva he wouldn't kick the s.h.i.+t out of him again. Danny was twenty one years old, Eva had said, and ZZ was head over heels for her. She kept reminding him that ZZ had never fallen into the same patterns the rest of his boys had. He didn't drink excessively, he didn't have a quick temper, he'd never disrespected a woman, and he didn't do wh.o.r.es.

Still...he really f.u.c.king hated it. Really. f.u.c.king really.

He gritted his teeth and looked back at his wife.

She was thirty five and f.u.c.king gorgeous. Her body was sleek and toned, thanks to yoga four times a week, but she still had her curves so he was happy and didn't give a s.h.i.+t if she felt the need to twist her body into a pretzel and look d.a.m.n ridiculous doing it.

Her dark hair was newly cut and hung halfway down her back in soft waves; she had bangs now, long and swept to the side, Danny's doing. She was wearing a pair of jeans he was sure were older than he was and looked it, and her old Led Zepplin tee that showed her star covered belly. No bra.

G.o.d, he loved her.

His tag around her neck was gleaming in the sunlight. Her IPod was shoved in her back pocket, her earbuds hanging halfway down her jeans. On her feet, pink chucks. And even though he couldn't see it from this distance, on her left ring finger, was the ring he'd put on her finger the day he'd married her; a thin platinum band inscribed with their names.

Deuce & Foxy.

He watched her turn around and bend over to pick up c.o.x's and Kami's one year old son, Diesel, and saw his name, Deuce, tattooed right above her a.s.s in large scrolling script. It had been his birthday present last year and he'd been f.u.c.king her on her knees ever since.

”f.u.c.k,” He muttered.

Preacher glanced at him.

”Just thankin' G.o.d,” He said, shaking his head. ”For that f.u.c.kin' woman.”

Preacher grinned.

”Never forget the day she came bouncin' into my f.u.c.ked up life, shakin' pigtails, singin' Janis, wearin' chucks and sharin' peanuts and straight up stole any decency I had left which wasn't a whole lot but she f.u.c.kin' took it and I've been hers ever since.”

Preacher's eyes glossed over. ”Good thing I went up river same time as your old man,” He said, his voice breaking. ”If you hadn't...if Frankie woulda- He clapped Preacher on the back. ”f.u.c.kin' yeah,” He said roughly. ”Don't I know it.”

”Hi daddy!” Ivy yelled, running past them. ”Hi grandpa!”

”Hiya beautiful girl,” Preacher said smiling.

”Get back here you crazy little s.h.i.+t!” Cage bellowed, streaking across the lawn after her. ”And give me my keys!”

Her blonde pigtails bouncing, her pink chucks kicking up dirt, Ivy laughed her evil little laugh and kept running. Cage shot past her, circling around her. Ivy skidded to a stop, Cage faked right, Ivy whipped to her left and Cage grabbed her. Swung her right off her feet and up through the air.

”Gotcha!” He said, tossing her up in the air and catching her. She shrieked and giggled and screamed until he set her down.

”Ivy Olivia West!” Eva yelled. ”Give your brother his keys!”

Bending down in front of her, Cage rocked back on his heels and held out his hand.

”Here,” She muttered, slapping the keys into his outstretched hand. Cage's hand closed around hers and he pulled her forward into a bear hug.

”Love you, you crazy little s.h.i.+t,” He growled. ”Couldn't have asked for a better sister. Cuz, ya know, Danny's kinda b.i.t.c.hy.”

Danny flipped Cage off.

Ivy grinned. Cage grinned.

He closed his eyes.

He stuck out his hand.

”Name's Deuce sweetheart. My old man here is Reaper. It was nice talkin' with ya.”

She put her tiny hand in his and he squeezed.

”Eva,” She whispered. ”That's my name and it was so, so great to meet you too.”

He smiled.

She smiled.

The rest is f.u.c.kin' history.

The End.

More t.i.tles by Madeline Sheehan:.

The Holy Trinity Trilogy.

Holy Trinity: The Soul Mate.

Holy Trinity: My Soul to Take.

Holy Trinity: My Heart and Soul.

(Coming in the spring of 2013).

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