Tiny

by Sam Crescent

  “You fucking idiot, Murphy. I love you. I don’t give a fuck what you look like. I love you.” She went to cup his face but stopped. “I thought the worst.”

  “It’s going to take more than an exploding bike to be rid of me, woman. I’m sticking around, and I’ve got a baby to help raise.”

  Eva’s heart went out to the young couple. Devil walked to them. “I found him coming out of a hospital about ten miles out that way.” He pointed east. “He couldn’t remember the number to call Alex. His face is scarred and I think burned. Murphy wanted to come and see his woman.”

  “Thank you,” Tiny said. “I couldn’t stand to come home without him.”

  “Thank you for putting our past in the ground. Me and my boys are out of here.” Devil waved, leaving them alone.

  Staying in Tiny’s arms, she watched Nash and Lash run to their women. They wrapped their arms around their women. Angel crumbled against Lash. She saw Lash whisper against her ear, stroking her back.

  “I’ve got you, Angel. I’m never leaving you. You’re the reason I made it back.”

  “Don’t leave me,” Angel said.

  Angel and Lash’s reunion was sweet and tender. Sophia jumped up against Nash, wrapped her legs around his waist, and refused to let go.

  “Before you all leave I just want to say that we’ll be bringing the bodies back of Gunn and Time. We’ll have a burial and honor their memory along with all of those who have fallen,” Tiny said.

  All of his men were somber at the news of their two fallen men. A few minutes of silence passed before they started moving.

  The men walked into the house, and Tiny took her hand, leading her away to the Fort Wills cemetery.

  “The boys will be waiting for us,” Eva said, wiping her mouth and finding blood.

  “Stink has gone to get Sandy. She’ll be patching us up, and Tate will take care of everyone. She needs to keep busy, or she’ll freak out on us.” Tiny walked around three rows of grave stones before he stopped in front of a modest angel. There were no markings besides the words, “left this life too soon”.

  “What’s this?” Eva asked.

  “This is the girl who saved my life,” Tiny said. “If I hadn’t seen what those fucking animals were doing I would have ended up like them.”

  Turning to him, Eva wound her hands around his neck. “You becoming like Snitch and the rest of them is not possible. You’re too good to let something like that happen.”

  “It’s not true. I was falling in that path.”

  “You’re good, Tiny. In here where it counts, you’re good,” she said, pressing her palm against his chest. “I love you so much, and I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to me or your men.”

  She had faith in him where everything else had failed.

  “I was pleased to see him dead, Eva.”

  “I was pleased to kill him.” She tapped his chest. “His blood is on my hands.”

  “I wish I could take that away from you.”

  Eva gave him a sad smile. “There’s nothing we can do about that. We’re together, and with time we’ll be strong.”

  “You’re sticking around?” he asked, smiling.

  “Yeah, I’m sticking around.”

  They made their way to the compound, which was just a pile of ash. She felt Tiny sigh against her.

  “You’ll rebuild. It’ll take time, and before you know it, you’ll be back to doing your runs, sweet-butts getting naked—”

  “And the bikers finding their women?” he asked.

  “Yeah.”

  Tiny stroked her waist, pulling her in close. “So, Evangeline Walker, what do you want for your perfect wedding?”

  Giggling, Eva shook her head. “You’re not ready for that answer.” She rubbed her nose against his. “I can give you a clue. None of you are wearing leather.”

  He groaned, and she silenced him with her lips.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Apart from Murphy, none of The Skulls ended up in the hospital. Tiny made sure Murphy had the best care. He would have the scars and the memories of what happened, which Tiny wished he could erase. What Snitch did to all of them wouldn’t be soon forgotten, and neither would Time or Gunn. Stink brought Sandy back, and the woman looked happy to be putting all of them back together. Tiny wondered if she regretted quitting work. If she did then he’d find some way to get her the old job back. Sandy was a lovely woman, talented, and she didn’t deserve to lose any of it. After he was patched up, Zero disappeared for a week. No one knew where he went and Tiny didn’t mind as long as he was safe. Since the ambush, Tiny figured they all deserved a fun break away from the club.

  Tiny’s biggest fear was Eva and the plans she had for the wedding. What scared him more was the fact his daughter was getting involved. In fact, Tate was arranging everything. He wasn’t getting married in his club, but a week after the confrontation with Snitch they started the rebuild of the compound. The workers in Fort Wills were more than happy to work on the new club for The Skulls.

  The two men who lost their lives were remembered, along with Gunn and Time, and Tiny arranged, paid for, and attended the funerals of the men who were lost. All of The Skulls were present, and the memorial lasted into the night with alcohol and food flowing. Throughout it all, Tiny had his rock, Eva. She was more than he could have ever asked for.

  She brightened his world even though she carried a wedding magazine around with her all the time. The fear wasn’t of the magazine but of his daughter.

  He kept in touch with Devil. The other man was a hard nut but had come through for Tiny and the boys when it was needed. No matter if their scores were settled, Tiny felt indebted to him and Chaos Bleeds. Tiny knew that without them, he wouldn’t have his men back or his town.

  Ned gave his blessing, and Gavin had no choice but to move on after Tiny kicked his ass in a one off visit to Vegas. Alex moved back to Fort Wills. The Vegas lifestyle had lost its edge. Tiny was happy for the company, and Alex got his own leather cut. Admittedly, Alex preferred his business suits to the leather.

  Three months later Tiny stood in front of a mirror glaring at the bow tie wrapped around his neck choking the life out of him.

  “Dude, I thought my woman was bad,” Lash said, walking into the room to slap him on the back.

  Tate was the matron of honor while Sophia, Kelsey, and Angel were bridesmaids along with Sandy. The other woman had stuck around and lived with Stink in a platonic friendship. Tiny knew Stink wished it was different. He couldn’t force women to give his men a chance even though he wished it was the case. Killer was moping around because Kelsey only wanted to be friends.

  Killer was a good man and had protected his women when Tiny couldn’t.

  “Shut the fuck up. This is what Eva wanted,” Tiny said, tugging on the tie around his neck. He felt trapped with the tight clothing. Thinking about Eva and the happiness he’d see made him stop tugging.

  “I thought Tate was insane with her baby shower and wedding, but this is too much,” Murphy said. One side of his face was still bandaged after his latest hospital appointment.

  “I’ll never forget all that fucking pink,” Nash said, shuddering.

  Angel, Sophia, and Tate were all starting to show. Tiny was nervous to be a granddaddy. He didn’t feel old enough to be a granddaddy.

  Shaking his head, he stared at his men feeling proud of what he’d created.

  Eva demanded a church wedding where all of his men wore proper suits with top hats and kept their language to a minimum. This was the dream wedding she’d imagined as a child. Ned had flown in to give her away.

  “We’ve got to go. I can’t stick around here waiting. I need to get there and hope she comes to me at the altar.” Last night he’d dreamed she left him stood there, waiting for her to collect him. Checking his cuffs, he headed outside to hear the guests talking. Walking down the aisle he stood in front of the priest. He didn’t look behind him, but he knew the two areas were separated. On one side were
his men and some of the townsfolk while on the other Eva’s father and his boys who were her family also stood waiting for the event.

  Ned had given him a warning about hurting Eva, but Tiny wouldn’t be hurting the woman he loved.

  “Sir, are you ready?” the priest asked.

  “We will be.” He nodded at the priest and gave him a smile. Tiny had never been married in a church like this with rose petals dotting the aisle. He’d married Patricia in a cheap church in Vegas.

  Silence fell on the room, and the music started up.

  “Tiny, you’re up,” Alex said, standing beside his side. Alex was his best man and held the ring he intended to use to claim his woman.

  Turning toward his woman, Tiny felt desire lurch inside him replacing anything else he was thinking. Eva looked up at him and smiled. She wore a beautiful white gown that cupped her breasts showing a generous curve of cleavage. The dress had no arms or shoulders, and instead it billowed out making her look like a princess. The veil she wore was down her back, her face exposed for him to see.

  The moment he looked at her, everything else fell away. This was what he wanted and who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

  Ned cleared his throat, and Tiny thanked him, taking Eva from her father. “I’ll take care of her.”

  “You better.”

  Tiny was sure Ned threatened to kill him as he walked away. He didn’t care. Eva was by his side, ready to become his wife. Facing his woman, Tiny listened to the priest and said his words.

  Soon he was sliding his ring onto her finger, and Eva turned to Tate. His daughter moved forward. Her stomach was nicely rounded showing her budding motherhood.

  Eva slid a ring on his finger, and the priest said those special words. They were drowned out as he claimed her lips and the crowd erupted in whistles, cheers, and applause.

  “You’re mine now, Eva. You can’t run from me.”

  “I can run. It just means when you catch me we can have a lot more fun.”

  Sinking his hand into her hair, he tilted her head back to slam his lips back on hers. There was nowhere else he wanted to be other than in her arms feeling her lips on his. “I love you,” he said.

  “It’s time for photos,” Tate said, squealing.

  The rest of the day went by in a blur as Tiny kept Eva by his side. The only time he released her was when she danced with her father. He watched her never taking his eyes off her.

  Sipping at his wine, Tiny knew nothing else could go wrong. His love for Eva would get him through.

  ****

  Seven months later

  Eva groaned as Tiny rubbed lotion into her skin. They’d been married for seven months, and they’d only just got around to going on their honeymoon. She didn’t want to leave the club as they were dealing with the compound rebuild. Tate had given birth to a beautiful bouncing boy. Eva remembered the screaming as Tate hadn’t made it to the hospital. She’d given birth at home. Angel did better, giving birth to a son, but she’d made it to hospital. Lash stayed with her in the room, holding her hand as his son was brought into the world. Sophia was last giving Nash a daughter. Eva chuckled thinking about the look on Nash’s face when he realized he’d be raising a girl and looking at Tate. The man had looked petrified. The last few months had been magical even if she was now a grandma at the ripe old age of twenty-nine. She didn’t mind at all.

  With everything happening she hadn’t given any thought to finding the time for a honeymoon. Only when his men had sent them to the airport with their honeymoon booked did Eva think it best to leave.

  “Are you ready for me to fuck you again?” Tiny asked, rubbing lotion against her legs. Alex had given them three weeks at his private villa on his private island. Eva didn’t know where as they’d not been disturbed by anyone. Also, she was lying on the beach naked as a very naked Tiny was massaging oil into her skin.

  Her body was on fire for him.

  Tiny turned her over and began to suck on her nipples. “So fucking big and full.” He kissed one breast and then the next.

  His hands dropped down to the curve of her stomach. They stared at each other, and Eva smiled. “Are you feeling a bit possessive, Daddy?” she asked, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

  She’d found the news out a month ago. Eva was pregnant with his baby. Tiny had looked pale when she told him the news. He’d then announced a party and celebration with the fact he was going to be a father again.

  Tate loved the news. She’d always wanted a younger brother or sister to boss around.

  “What do you think it is?” Tiny asked, touching her stomach.

  “I don’t know. Do you care?”

  “No, not really. Well, yes, if it’s a girl I think we’ve had enough from Tate to last us a long time. A boy is even worse. Look at Nash and Lash,” Tiny said.

  Her arousal didn’t diminish. Leaning up, she cupped his cheek and kissed his lips. “Tate is a woman to be proud of. She’s got a Skull who loves her and a beautiful son. Lash and Nash are both brilliant fathers. They’re good boys, and we’re going to have a son or daughter who’ll make you proud.” She covered his hand over her stomach. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

  Tiny gave her everything she needed and more. Seven months later, Tiny got more than he bargained for as Eva gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl.

  Epilogue

  Killer stood beside his bike waiting for Kelsey to get out of work. For the last year they’d rarely seen each other between the successful rebuild of the compound, and with him going between Vegas and Fort Wills, Killer hadn’t the time to visit her. He’d seen Kelsey when she visited Tate at the club house. Beside the few glances, he never got the chance to see her. He’d been the one nominated to go with Alex whenever the need arose.

  Tiny wouldn’t leave his wife and twins, and none of the other boys wanted to go to Vegas.

  He was back, the compound was finished, and he was able to show Kelsey he was ready for a commitment. After Snitch he’d avoided her looking at him. She knew he was the one responsible for killing one of their men. He didn’t know if the knowledge affected her, but he wasn’t prepared to take that risk.

  Women left the dental surgery, giggling as they saw him. He didn’t give them any of his attention. Kelsey walked out, looking toward him. Her hair was longer, and she’d allowed the cherry blonde color to seep out to the light brown of her normal hair color.

  “Killer,” she said, smiling.

  Her approach was awkward. All he wanted to do was draw her into his arms. Killer hadn’t felt the pleasure of another woman in such a long time.

  “Hey, Kels. How are you?” he asked.

  “I’m doing good. You’re back in Fort Wills?”

  “Yeah.” He reached out, taking her hand.

  She didn’t pull away from his touch as she looked him up and down. “I haven’t seen you around. I didn’t get chance to ask Tate how you were doing.”

  “I’ve been back and to and from Vegas. Club shit needed sorting out.” Standing up, he offered to walk with her. “Kels, there is something I want to talk to you about,” he said, walking beside her.

  “Really? What about?” She pulled her hand away as they walked toward her building. He liked the fact they were not too far from where she lived.

  “I was hoping that you would go out with me.” His palms were all sweaty as he stared at her.

  Kelsey looked hopeful, and then her face dropped as she looked behind him. While he’d been thinking about the best way to ask her on a date a limo had driven up behind him.

  “What’s the matter?” he asked, taking hold of her hand. The driver climbed out, moved to the back, and opened the door.

  A man in a tailored suit climbed out. Killer looked him up and down as he approached Kelsey.

  His woman’s hands were all sweaty.

  “You promised you wouldn’t come here,” Kelsey said, talking to the man.

  “You wouldn’t answer my calls, and I’ve finally gotten some free
time.” The man looked at where Killer was holding her hand. “Am I interrupting something?”

  “Yeah, you are. Who the fuck are you?” Killer asked.

  “Killer, I think it’s best you leave. I’ve give you a call.” Kelsey tried to push him away, but he wasn’t moving. He wanted to know what was going on with this fucking prick stood right in front of him.

  “I’m Michael Granito, Kelsey’s husband.”

  The End

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