Lucky: The Irish MC

by West, Heather

  One of them nodded at me—I recognized the guy who’d shot both of the men in the gazebo. “It’s fine,” he said. The air between us was uneasy; The Irish and the Dos Palmos cops had always forged an unlikely truce.

  “I trust things are gonna be a little easier in the future,” I said, brushing some of the dirt off my sleeves. “We ain’t gonna have to deal with any more of your corrupt friends.”

  The cop nodded. “We’re sorry about that,” he said. “Just stay in line, and we’ll be in touch.”

  We parted with little fanfare. Mason and I looked at each other and rolled up our sleeves. Aside from Jimmy, four other guys had been shot. The Irish had been reduced to practically nothing in a matter of seconds. Now, we had to load up the bodies and count the damage done. I sighed heavily.

  “You ready for a long afternoon?”

  Mason nodded. “Whatever you say, boss.”

  I shook my head and held my hand out to him. Mason looked at me curiously before reaching out and taking what I’d offered.

  “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” There was a grin on his face as he unrolled the president patch in his hand. “Are you serious?”

  “You’re the man, buddy,” I told him. “Now come on, let’s get to work.”

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  Ella

  Mickey didn’t come home that night. I stayed up with Thelma. She was propped into one of the beds upstairs and after I tucked her in, she didn’t want to get out for hours. She dozed peacefully on and off while I tried to read. The cabin was full of old books but none of them held my interest. I had a feeling nothing would have held my interest except for Mickey, but he was incommunicado.

  Even though I knew Mickey wanted to marry me, I still worried when he didn’t call or come home that night. Part of me wondered if he’d found his way into a strip club and into the back of the VIP room with one of the girls. Don’t be ridiculous, Ella, I told myself. You know he’s crazy about you. It’s you he wants.

  But when the jealousy subsided, I didn’t feel great either. I was worried that something really bad had happened to him while he was gone. After all, they were meeting up with the guys who had tried to kill him. Who knew how it would go? Mickey was tough and strong, just like the rest of The Irish, but anyone who was gunning for him had to be strong, too. Strong enough to put him in exile for months. Strong enough to make him really fear for his life.

  I didn’t talk about any of this with Thelma. I knew she had to be completely overwhelmed from it all, and I couldn’t blame her one bit. She didn’t have much time left in the world, and the last thing I wanted to do was fill the rest of her hours with sadness and anxiety.

  The sun was shining clear and bright. It was cold outside, but the chill felt good. I stepped out of the cabin and wrapped my arms around my body, looking up at the weak rays of the sun streaming through the trees. In the distance, I thought I could hear engines purring but I wasn’t sure. When I realized that I hadn’t washed in hours, I darted back inside and used the bathroom. Mickey had hustled me off before I’d had time to grab anything, but I made do. I didn’t look glamorous, but then again, I never really had. Mickey was used to seeing me unwashed and grubby. If that’s how he loved me, that’s how I’d stay.

  When my rig pulled up in front of the cabin, I let out a loud whoop. Dashing outside, I tackled Mickey before his feet touched the ground. The feel of his strong muscles against my body was exciting and I let out a cry as a shiver ran down my back. Mickey’s strong hands gripped me tightly as he looked into my eyes with his stunning blue orbs.

  “Ella, that was a hell of a scene,” he said. Mickey let out a whistle and I felt my cheeks redden. “And you look good enough to eat,” he added, leaning down and nipping at my neck. His sharp teeth sent a bolt of arousal through my body and I squirmed in his arms, wanting all of him, right then, right there.

  Mickey set me down on the ground and I took a good look at him. He wasn’t covered in blood, but there was something different about him. He seemed to have aged five years overnight.

  “Are you okay?” I asked softly.

  Mickey nodded. “I’ll be fine,” he said. “It was a long night.” He took a deep sigh before scooping me up and carrying me back inside the house. I giggled and pressed my face into his neck, breathing in his scent deeply and happily.

  “I missed you so much,” I said into his neck. Mickey mumbled a grunt in return.

  “I missed you, too,” he said, more clearly this time. “I really did.”

  Instead of dropping me in the spare room, Mickey carried me up the steps. I knew we were going to see Thelma. Even though I’d just looked in on her a few minutes ago, I suddenly felt anxious. This was my future coming together—I’d never have another one like it. Or anything like this. I cherished the idea of spending as much time with Mickey and his mom as possible.

  “Mickey!” Thelma cried out happily. Tears streamed down her thin cheeks and she grinned as wide as I’d ever seen her. “I’m so glad you’re safe!”

  “Of course I’m safe,” Mickey said with a cocky grin. He dropped me on the other bed with a soft bounce and sat by his mom’s feet.

  As I scrambled up, I jumped on the bed with both of them. A grin was stretching my cheeks painfully from ear to ear and I knew that my face was red with excitement.

  “Mom, did Ella take good care of you while I was gone?”

  Thelma nodded. “She was the best companion I could have hoped for,” she said softly. “Don’t you agree, Ella?”

  “I had fun,” I said nervously. “But we both missed you a lot.”

  “Ella was so eager to know all about your schooling,” Thelma said to Mickey in a playful voice. “I didn’t lie to her, though. She knows everything.”

  “I’d hope so,” Mickey said drily. He reached out and ruffled my brown hair. “Mom, listen, are you up to planning a wedding for me and Ella?” Mickey grabbed my hand and squeezed hard. Tears welled up in my eyes and I had to blink and look away.

  “Yes!” Thelma cried. The loudness of her voice surprised and startled me; before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face. “I would love to, Mickey,” she said with a smile on her face. “And I’d love to help you, Ella.”

  I grinned. “I can’t believe this,” I admitted. “My heart is racing.”

  As Thelma watched, Mickey took my left hand in his. He reached into his pocket. I held my breath, expecting some kind of giant sparkly ring. When he came out with a rubber band, I laughed. Thelma laughed harder, and in a matter of seconds, she was crying too.

  “This is just temporary,” Mickey said. He slipped the band around my finger and looped it until it was snug. “I promise we’ll go get something nice as soon as we can.”

  I grinned. Even with a grimy rubber band on my ring finger, my left hand still looked different. I couldn’t wait to see how it would look once I had a real ring.

  “So, will you marry me?” Mickey looked into my face. For a moment, everything disappeared. We were no longer hiding in a cabin, and his sick mother was no longer on the bed with us. It was just the two of us, alone, staring into each other’s eyes.

  “Yes,” I said. The tears started falling harder than ever and I had to reach up to wipe them away. Mickey reached up with a handkerchief and wiped my nose for me. I giggled. “On one condition,” I added in a shaky voice.

  Mickey looked at me with a wry grin on his face. “And what would that be, lady?”

  I grinned and sniffled as I wiped tears away with the back of my hand. “Pay for my medical school,” I said. “I want to be able to stay here and take care of Thelma.”

  Mickey nodded. “Done,” he said immediately. He didn’t even have to think about it. I was relieved. I knew he’d made the offer way earlier, when we first met, but I didn’t want him to be upset since I’d rejected it then.

  Thelma smiled. “Oh, dear, that’s wonderful,” she said, taking my free hand in her own and clasping it tightly. “I’m so pleased you want to
be around.”

  I nodded solemnly. “I want to help take care of you,” I said. “You know, if Mickey is working or on a club trip or something. I want to be around as much as I can.”

  “Well, the club trips aren’t going to be a thing,” Mickey said. He grinned. “I handed the president patch to Mason today,” he said. My heart caught in my chest and I sprang forward and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close.

  “Are you serious?” New tears formed in my eyes and dripped down my face. I knew Mickey had mentioned walking away from The Irish, but I wouldn’t have truly believed it until now.

  Mickey nodded. He pulled away and patted Thelma on the arm. “It’s not my life anymore,” he said simply. “I have to give my family the best life going forward, and that includes me being around all the time.” He gave me a hard look. “And don’t think I’ll be relying on you, either,” he said. “I’m going to start working as a bodyguard again, maybe as a private investigator.”

  I nodded. “I love you,” I said softly.

  Mickey looked at me and grinned. “I love you both,” he replied. “You’re the most important women in my life, and I’m so happy you got to meet.”

  “Me, too,” Thelma said. She sighed softly. “You know I might not be around forever, Mickey.”

  Mickey grinned ruefully. “Don’t remind me.”

  “And I want you to know how much I love you,” Thelma continued. “And I need to know that you’ll always be happy with Ella. Treat her well, treat your family well. Don’t forget about me and your father.”

  Mickey shook his head. He wasn’t crying, but I could tell that he was feeling very emotional. “Of course,” he said quietly. His voice was as gruff as ever, but I could tell that he was really feeling loved.

  “And promise me lots of grandchildren,” Thelma said with a grin. “Can you do that for me?”

  I blushed hard as Mickey grabbed my hand and squeezed. “You bet, Mom,” he said with a genuine smile. “You bet.”

  Chapter Thirty

  One Year Later

  The surf blew into my face as I ducked into the chapel. It had been raining hard all morning and I was soaked from head to toe. This definitely wasn’t the wedding prep I’d always imagined, but then again, nothing had turned out like I’d expected.

  After Mickey and the guys had returned from meeting the bad guys, Mickey had resigned as president of The Irish. He’d handed his patch over to Mason. The first few weeks had been tough. I knew he was missing his guys and his freedom, but he pulled through. Then, Thelma took a turn for the worse and I knew Mickey was glad he’d quit. Thelma hung on for a few more weeks and died about two months after I’d first met Mickey. Even though it was an incredibly short amount of time, I felt like I knew her better than ever. When she died, I was heartbroken. So was Mickey. I’d been worried that he would retreat from me when faced with his mom’s death, instead we were closer than ever. It was the first and only time I’d seen Mickey cry after her funeral. I didn’t think he was a weak man for crying. In fact, I loved him more than ever. I loved that he felt strong and safe enough around me to cry. It made me feel powerful and protective over him. For a moment, I felt the way he must have felt protecting me all of those times. It was incredible.

  But today, nothing was going right. I’d gotten up early in the morning and taken a long bath. The sun had been out and shining, and I’d felt really relaxed and happy about the day to come. Mickey had spent the night at The Irish’s clubhouse—he wasn’t a member, but they bent the rules just once. After all, we weren’t having a very traditional wedding but I was hell-bent on not seeing him the morning before. It was supposed to be bad luck. And after the past couple of months, I’d had about all the bad luck I could get.

  It started when I began my anatomy class, after the shootout. I was about a week late and wound up doing poorly on the midterms. Then, Thelma’s health took a turn for the worse. I withdrew from the class and started spending all of my time taking care of her. Mickey was still working as a bodyguard. He’d been trying to set up his own private security firm but the cards hadn’t fallen into place yet. And then I was stuck with his mom for almost twenty-four hours a day while he was with a particularly demanding client. We were fighting all the time, and I barely even knew how things were going to work out. But finally, Mickey got a break. He found an investor and started his own company. Things were getting back on track, but I decided to take a break from school until Thelma had passed. I didn’t want to miss anything, and she was getting worse by the day.

  Now, a year later, I still hadn’t gone back to school. I still had another semester left to go. The plan was for me to head back as soon as Mickey and I were back from our honeymoon. In a way it was frustrating that my goals had been pushed aside. But I was grateful for my time with Thelma, and I wouldn’t have changed anything about what had happened.

  When I looked in the mirror in the chapel’s bathroom, I was dismayed at what I saw. My hair was soaked and pressed limply against my forehead. My white dress was completely wet and I could see the compression garments through the wet material. There was no way I’d be dry before the ceremony. Fuck it, I thought. Who cares? Today is about marrying Mickey, and that’s what counts.

  My heart was in my throat as I waited for the organ music to begin. Mickey and I had spent a few weeks planning a wedding with Thelma. She had distant family in Texas, and it was so important to her that we get married there. Mickey hadn’t loved the idea, but I’d warmed up to it after a while. But after Thelma passed away, the idea of getting married in Texas was just too painful. Mickey wanted to stay in California and I didn’t blame him. After all, we were both from Dos Palmos. It was a miracle our paths hadn’t crossed before they actually did. Or maybe it was just fate.

  Now we were at a chapel by the coastal highway. When I looked out the window, the parking lot was filled with motorcycles of all shapes and sized. I grinned to myself. It definitely wasn’t what I’d pictured, but somehow it felt right. Somehow it felt perfectly natural to be marrying my love in a sea of leather.

  What didn’t feel natural was that I was alone. I didn’t have any family or female friends to be there on my side, so I’d gotten ready all by myself. The woman at the bridal salon had taken pity on me when I’d showed up alone. I felt sorry for myself for about five minutes. Then, a family showed up. One of the daughters was getting married but her sister and her mother were such argumentative bitches. It made me glad that I didn’t have anyone to call my favorite dress ‘ugly.’ And it wasn’t ugly, it was beautiful. It was the most formal thing that I’d ever owned, and I loved it. It wasn’t ornate or too girly, rather it was a simple long white gown with inch-thick straps at my shoulders and a simple-but-elegant twist at the bust. I couldn’t wait to see Mickey’s eyes on me when I stepped out into the aisle of the chapel.

  Finally, the organ sounded the beginning of the wedding march Mickey had chosen. I hadn’t been that nervous before but now my heart leapt into my throat and stayed there. I thought I was going to be sick as I took a deep breath and clutched my bouquet of pink and white peonies. The sight of the beautiful flowers calmed me down and their scent soothed me as I took my first step down the aisle.

  Everyone turned to look at me in awe. The chapel was full of bikers, but they all looked somber and appreciative. I knew it had to be a strange day. The former president of their MC getting married to a little brunette trucker he’d met only a year ago. It was the stuff of stories, but I was guessing that some of them had pretty wild tales, too.

  Mickey was standing at the altar. When he turned to me, the breath sucked out of my chest. He looked so handsome, I couldn’t wait to have him alone and rip the clothes off of his muscular body. Ever since starting the private security firm, he’d been more buff than ever. I’d been worried that he’d find the routine work boring, but Mickey loved it. He was always telling me crazy cases and stories about the people he worked with. I couldn’t have been happier that the love of my l
ife had found a satisfying job. I hoped that when I finally made it as a doctor, I’d feel the same way.

  As I stepped closer, my heart raced in my chest. A broad grin broke out over my face and I knew that I was blushing beet red but I couldn’t stop. My skin felt warm and itchy and it took every effort not to reach up and scratch. My soaked hair was loose and beginning to dry, but the dress was still uncomfortably damp and clingy. Mickey grinned and kept his eyes glued to my chest. I wanted to roll my eyes. I knew I probably looked amazing, but sometimes he was such a horndog that I could have laughed. As I strode closer, Mickey grinned broadly and looked out over the audience. I knew he was enjoying the attention, too.

  The minister took my hand and placed it in Mickey’s. I gasped—I’d never quite gotten used to how small I looked in comparison with him. As the minister began the wedding rites, I had to fight to stay focused. It was too hard not to stare at Mickey’s face, to let my eyes hang all over his gorgeous body. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a clean white button-down shirt and I’d never seen him look sexier. The hunger in his eyes made me feel like he felt much the same, and as he squeezed my hand, a shiver of lust ran down my spine.