“Honey, Honey. Come on, stay awake.” I say as the paramedic, the fire department, and the Sheriff arrive.“Lucky, let them work on her.” I’m pulled back so the paramedics can assess what they need to do. I wring my hands together as the firefighters get to work, neutralising the gas that is leaking.
Lucky’s POV.Honey is still unconscious. Luckily, she wasn’t badly hurt. She has a bandage around her head and a drip in the back of her hand. I was told she will have a concussion and it would be best to let her sleep. A few cuts and bruises but otherwise she is ok.I sit here waiting to hear from
Angel POV.“Mommy … go.” I push the cart around the store as I watch my beautiful two-year-old daughter Rebel clap her hands as I go faster, and she squeals in delight.She is so much like him. He who shall not be named kind of scenario. She doesn’t take after me much apart from the honey eyes and l
Savage POV.I look at the profile picture on my messaging app. It hasn’t changed in three years. I sigh as I open her contact and see all the messages I have sent her over the last three years, and each has gone unread. I’m so fucking stupid.FLASHBACK!It’s been four weeks since I ended my relation
Angel POV.They have found me; they have found me. Shit, fuck, twat! I look at him and I’m having a mini panic attack. All I can see is him and her. The words he spewed at me with such hatred and the smirk on her face. Why is he here?He reaches for me and I react instantly; I grip his wrist and tur
Angel POV.I wake up to the sound of Rebel’s belly laughing. I climb out of bed and yawn, stretching. I look down and I groan, stuffing my boob back inside my vest top. I rub my eyes as I stagger down the hallway to her room. Still sleepy, I didn’t get much sleep last night. I couldn’t settle, every
Savage POV.I stare into the honey coloured eyes of the little girl holding Angel’s hand. My heart stops and my knees weaken as she looks back at me. I feel the tears build in my eyes as she looks up at her mom and asks to be picked up. Angel smiles at her lovingly and picks her up, placing her on h
Angel POV.The nerve of him. Who the hell does he think he is telling me I have to go with him? Ha, he is a fucking joker and is delusional if he thinks I’m packing our life up here to follow him like a damn puppy. Not happening.I sit in the kitchen with the light on from under the cabinets as the
Lucky’s POV.Honey is still unconscious. Luckily, she wasn’t badly hurt. She has a bandage around her head and a drip in the back of her hand. I was told she will have a concussion and it would be best to let her sleep. A few cuts and bruises but otherwise she is ok.I sit here waiting to hear from
“Honey, Honey. Come on, stay awake.” I say as the paramedic, the fire department, and the Sheriff arrive.“Lucky, let them work on her.” I’m pulled back so the paramedics can assess what they need to do. I wring my hands together as the firefighters get to work, neutralising the gas that is leaking.
Lucky’s POV.I gun the bike to get to the clubhouse. I know Honey is scared. I know she thinks I will get bored, and that is not the fucking case. I see her SUV as she guns it past me on the opposite side of the street. I brake and turn the bike to follow her.“Call Stone.” I say through my hands fr
Honey’s POV.Listening to Lucky confess his soul made my heart leap, but at the same time I’m worried. What if I don’t live up to the pedestal he has clearly put me on? What if he becomes disappointed with me? What if he decides I’m not worth all this bullshit drama?I would be left out in the cold,
The new server arrives with our drinks and we order some food. Honey, even orders two slices of chocolate cheesecake and BBQ chicken wings with extra sauce and a side of coleslaw but tells the server she would like them ready for when we leave. I smile at her and she just looks at me.“What? I am a
Lucky POV.The feeling of Honey’s arms around my waist and her hands tight against my stomach sends a thrill through me. A feeling I have never felt with any other woman. Besides, I have never had a woman on the back of my bike. I have always said that place was reserved for the woman who would beco
Honey POV.Looking at myself in the mirror at what I am wearing, hoping it isn’t too casual. I have chosen pale blue skinny ripped jeans, a white v-neck short-sleeved t-shirt. My white and pink converse a denim jacket and my hair is up in another messy bun. I am assuming we are going on Lucky’s bike
Jeremy POV.Sitting on my sofa with my legs apart as I swirl a tumbler of bourbon around the glass as I watch the news.I can’t believe she has the nerve to do this. Who the fuck does she think she is? My beautiful wife has changed over the past year, but I know what lies beneath that polished, prof
Lucky’s POV.There is one thing I can not deny is that Honey is smart. Too damn smart, but that is what I love about her. Even with all of this that is hanging above our heads, she has changed.I can see the determination in her eyes, that she won’t be pushed around anymore. That she reached her bre