Page 47 of Falcon

“There are so many children,” I muttered, watching the pool.

“Last night, we enjoyed a cookout whilst brats played. Looks like we’re repeating ourselves,” Falcon said.

“Do you do this often?”

“We try to. Every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, we all get together. During the week we’re hit and miss. There’s usually at least half of the club around, though. We are tight-knit.”

“Falcon, you’ve no idea how lucky you are,” I whispered. He smiled.

“Let me tell you about my parents.”

Fifteen minutes later, I stared at him, stunned. Holy hell, what a story. Ace and Artemis had been young lovers who’d been terribly wronged. Nova and Falcon had been ripped from Artemis’s womb, and they’d all been left for dead. Then Artemis set out on a revenge bender, intent on getting even, and it turned out they’d both been betrayed horribly. Then they’d got back together.

“Someone needs to write a book about them.”

“Yeah. Can you imagine it, their story in black and white? Nobody would accept it, but every word is true. It’s because of them and my brothers that I know what love is. It’s not mouthing words; it’s actions and turning up,” Falcon said, and I nodded.

“I completely agree. People call love many things, but it’s not like in romance films, all sunshine and rainbows. For a while, with Dawson, I doubted love even existed, but I knew it did. I’d just not found it. It’s being there when you’re throwing up over the toilet, it’s fetching ice cream at three in the morning, and making their favourite meals, just because. Standing by someone’s side when things are dark and celebrating the good times,” I replied.

“Yeah, being their cheerleader when they’re full of doubts and giving them strength when they feel weak. Holding hands in the back of a truck whilst watching the stars. Refusing to go to bed mad at one another,” Falcon added.

I glanced at him shyly before nodding. He was being quite distracting. Falcon had a swimmer’s body, lean and muscled. He wasn’t broad like his brothers, but his muscles were defined, and his skin held a natural tan. Falcon had told me Ace’s lineage was Native American, but Artemis was Caucasian. He was a good mix of both races.

“Falcon!” Jayes screeched, appearing.

“Guess I’m up!” Falcon chuckled and grabbed Jayes. To my horror, he threw Jayes in the pool, and my son came up, chuckling.

“He’s fine,” a guy said, and I looked up and saw a huge man sitting down. Texas. “Falcon’s been throwing him around, and Jayes loves it.”

“Jayes isn’t used to rough play.”

“He soon will be.” Texas relaxed back on a lounger. Seriously, with how cut he was, Penny was a lucky lady.

“We won’t be here long. I’m worried about Jayes getting attached to Falcon.”

“Why do you have to go?” Texas asked.

“Because of Dawson’s family. They won’t leave us alone,” I replied.

“Even if you had the protection of an MC?”

That made me think. “But I don’t.”

“What if you did?” Texas pressed.

“Honestly, I don’t know. The Beauregards are all one pizza short of a parlour.”

“What the fuck?” Texas boomed and began laughing loudly.

“What?” A brother called Hunter turned his aid to us. He was married to Thomasina Mae Blake, and even though I’d barely been allowed to leave the house, I knew of her.

Texas repeated what I’d said, and Hunter laughed too. “A pizza short of a parlour. I love that!”

“Super cool saying, I’m gonna need to remember that,” Texas agreed.

“Can I borrow that for a book?” Mina demanded, her head popping up.

“Sure.” I blushed. Why was everyone looking at me? Would they please stop?