Page 64 of Forever Zara

Hawk only grunted, chin down to his chest, watching the crowd like he expected ninjas to jump out from every corner.

Everyone was here. But two of their boys were missing. Lawless and Arson. One day they’d be a full crew again.

He stood back and let his Zara take the reins as she announced the bar open. She even cut a ribbon taped across the double doorway, and she did it beaming, cute as fuck.

Only when people piled into the bar, he pulled her toward him, found her mouth with a deep kiss, she moaned.

“Gonna take you for another ride,” he let her know. Her head angled up. Eyes drowsily lowered while she licked him from her lips.

“Yes, yes.” She replied.

“Then how about we wrangle the monsters, see if Angie is free, and go out for food in Denver?”

They didn’t get many days where they could do what they wanted. The club kept them both busy, but he’d always make time for his family.

For decades it was alwaysclub first.

He had it drummed into him; living by that one rule, nothing got in his way.

And then something extraordinary happened.

It was a pint-sized, Disney loving angel who took him down and rebuilt him from the ground up, strengthening him, more determined than ever to rule the right way.

And to live.

He had four good reasons to make sure he went on breathing.

“You read my mind. I’ve been craving fried shrimp for days.”

“Craving, huh?” He smirked, arm around her waist. “Something you wanna tell me, Icy-baby?”

He didn’t expect the elbow to his gut, but it made him laugh, anyway.

“Get that thought out of your mind, Rider Marinos. My reproductive system is out of business. Do you think I can cope with more of your babies?”

“You made half of ‘em too.”

“Yes, I did. They get all their goodness from me.”

“Is that so?” He rasped. “I’ll see how much of my badness I can put in you later.”

That was the thing about being married to this woman. There was no need to be in business mode or Prez mode. She relaxed him, made him playful.

Laughing, Zara pressed her face into his chest.

“Hey, Ambrosio?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

“But we are not having any more kids,” she said, firm, “the ones we have cause enough trouble as it is.”

Rider grinned, wasn’t that the damn truth, and they were still babies.

Fuck knows what they’d do when they were older.