Butch

“I’ll find more work.”

“Where? There’s not much call for work in Fort Wills,” she said.

“I’ll find something.”

“Or you could stop being a disloyal bastard and come back and work for the club,” Nash said.

“I’m not talking to you.”

“You bailed us out because you owed us a favor.”

“Yeah, and look what happened. I got kicked out of the conversation. It’s the last time I owe you shit.” The moment he’d picked the crew up and driven them to the clubhouse, they’d all shut him out.

“You’ve told us more than once you don’t want to be part of the club. What went down was club business. It had nothing to do with you.” Nash’s arms were folded as they stared at each other. They’d kicked him out of the meeting, and he wasn’t even surprised. He had nothing to do with the club at his own choice, yet it still f**king hurt.

“I got that. I’m not part of the club anymore. I’m fine, really, I’m f**king done.” Butch glared at the other man with his leather cut.

Stop being a f**king baby.

“Butch, he’s a customer.”

“Don’t you worry your head about it, doll. Butch is simply being a cunt. Sophia will love these, thank you.” Nash took his card and walked out of the store.

“What the hell was that?” Cheryl asked, turning on him. Her arms were folded, and she looked ready to murder him.

“He’s an ass**le, and he knows what he was doing. He was causing me problems.” Butch shrugged.

“I don’t care what he is to you, Butch. He was a customer, and I don’t own this place. Whatever you do to drive away sales risks my job.” She tapped a hand to her chest. “I can get fired, and I need the money.”

“What if this was your shop?” he asked, firing the question at her.

“What?”

He smiled, rounding the counter and tugging her into his arms. She melted against him within seconds. His c**k hardened wanting inside her tight, hot warmth.

“I’d buy you this place, and then you could do whatever the hell you want with it.”

“You can’t do that. It’s so expensive.” She stared at his chest.

“Not if you’re my wife it wouldn’t be.”

She jerked, staring up at him. Staring into her eyes, Butch knew there was nowhere else he wanted to be.

“You’ve just quit your job.”

“I’ve got money and investments with the club. Tiny stopped my percentage a few months ago, but I got plenty from all the savings of the last three years. Whizz works the stock markets for the club so there’s more than enough money to go around. We all put a percentage in, and at the end of the month, we get money back. Some of the brothers don’t put money in, and they earn what they can at the club, baby. Because of that, I’ve got enough money to put a deposit on this place. I’ve not spent much of my money that I earned in the last three years. My biggest expense so far is renting out that apartment, and I’ve been working as well, babe.” Reaching down, he gripped her ass moaning as she rubbed against his cock.

“Is that a proposal?” she asked.

“Cheryl, will you marry me?”

Her mouth fell open.

“Do you not know what to say?” he asked.

“You’ve taken me by surprise. I was angry at you, and now I can’t be mad at you.” The smile on her lips was worth it. She looked totally taken aback.

“Well, don’t keep me in suspense, honey. Tell me if you’ll marry me or not?” he asked, impatient to know her answer.

She was the first woman he’d asked to marry him.

“You’re being serious?”

“Serious as I’ve ever been about anything. Marry me, Cheryl.” He closed the distance, claiming her lips. From the instant he left her this morning, he’d wanted the feel of her lips against his. He was turning into a f**king pu**y with how he felt about her.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.” She answered him in between kisses. Laughing, he picked her up, spinning her around. He’d never been so happy about anything in his life. Cheryl was going to be his woman.

“Do you think we can get out of here?” he asked.

“No, I can’t get out of here yet. I’ve got to finish work.”

He didn’t like that for an answer. “Give me your manager’s number,” he said.

“Butch, you can’t force her to give me time off.”

“I’m not going to do anything. I’ve got to make a call.” He rubbed his nose against hers, trying to relieve the tension. “Trust me, baby. I wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

She let out a sigh. He watched her ass as she left the store to grab the number. When she came back inside, he gazed at her large tits. They were huge, and he wanted them naked, swinging in front of him.

“Here, please, she’s a nice woman. Don’t be mean.”

“Honey, I’m not mean.”

Taking the card from her, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed her number. After thirty minutes of negotiation, he had bought a florist shop for his future wife. He called a lawyer to finish up the contract then entered the store as Cheryl hung up the phone.

“What did you do or say?” she asked.

“I wanted you off for the remainder of the day. Did it work?”

She tilted her head to the side, glaring at him. “You know it worked. She gave me the time off and told me to take care of you.”

Butch chuckled.

“What did you say?”

“I gave her over the asking price for this place.”

“You’ve bought it already?” she asked, looking surprised.

“I’ve got the down payment on this place, and I’ve already booked an appointment with the bank. You’ve got nothing to worry about.  Everything should go through within a matter of weeks. Your name will be above the door, and you can make your own hours and choose your customers.”

Her hand went to her hip. “I’m not refusing The Skulls. They spend a lot of money here, Butch.”

He shrugged. “If we can expand you’ll get the customers elsewhere. Come on, let’s get you home.” Butch took over, leading her out of the florist shop, closing it up and climbing on the back of his bike. She put the helmet on but refused to hold onto his waist. “Hold on, Cheryl.”

“I’m not going to turn them away. I don’t care what you think. They spend good money, and you’d be crazy to cut them out of your life. They’re your family, Butch.”