“Just wanted to come and see how shit is going with Sarah. You’ve moved out of the clubhouse and even given your room up. I wanted to make sure my boy is okay?” Pipe slapped him on the shoulder.
“I’m going to ask her to marry me.”
“What the fuck?”
“Yeah, I know, fucked up right? We’ve been living together for over two months, and she has been my entire world from the moment I met her. I’m not giving her up.”
Ralf kept trying to win her over. There were many times he’d gone to Dirty Deeds only to discover that Ralf had taken her lunch. Obviously, it wasn’t her favorite, but the bastard kept trying. If only he could hate the fucker it would make life easier. He trusted Sarah completely. She no longer had any deep feeling for Ralf, but it still didn’t take away the fact she was once in love with him.
You’re the one she’s wrapped around every single night.
Sharing an apartment he’d had every intention of allowing her to have her privacy and independence at night. The one night he’d tried, he just couldn’t sleep. In the end, Sarah had come to him, climbing into bed, and cursing him for making it impossible for her to sleep without him.
“Elena was telling me that she has never seen Sarah so happy. You’re doing something right.”
“Ralf’s still sniffing around her.” Knife shook his head, hating that he was even worried about her.
“She’s not even interested in him,” Pipe said. “I stopped by the diner last week, and Ralf arrived as I was picking up Elena. When he tried to sit with her, Sarah declined and left. She’s nice to him, but not overly so.”
“She’s not trying to put each of us for a fight. She’s not that kind of woman.”
“No, she’s not. I had to make sure. You’re my guy, Knife, and I know with Sarah you had fallen hard.” Pipe slapped him on the shoulder. “I’ve spoken to Saint about it, and he’s keeping an eye on Ralf.”
“Do you think he’s unstable?” Knife asked. A couple of the mornings he’d left the apartment for a run, he’d been overcome with the feeling that he was being watched. When he’d looked around, he couldn’t find anyone. Knife had been so convinced of someone watching him that he’d even alerted the doorman who was the main security guard.
“I don’t know. Ralf’s not shown a history of it, but his woman has never gone off with another man.”
“She didn’t just go off with me,” Knife said, annoyed. What had happened between him and Sarah had been a gradual thing. He’d been more than ready to commit whereas she hadn’t been in the right place.
Sarah was currently with Elena at the cabin. He had to be with the club as after the fights he needed to organize the next shipment of cocaine. This was the one area of his work that there were times he regretted. He’d already admitted that he’d killed people to Sarah. The last thing he wanted was to scare her, but he also didn’t want them to have secrets.
Secrets were the thing that ruined every single relationship as far as he was concerned.
“I know, Knife. I wasn’t trying to say anything about her,” Pipe held his hands up.
Knife shook his head. “Sorry, everything is just, I don’t know. Does Elena know everything that you do?”
“She knows what the club does, and if she asks questions I answer them. She’s my life, Knife. I’m not going to risk my life with her. I’ve got too much to lose.”
“We’re not starting a family yet.”
“Does Sarah know you’re going to propose?”
Knife shook his head. “I was waiting for the right time, you know? Every time I think it’s the right moment, something happens.”
“You’ve got to realize that timing has nothing to do with it. When you’re ready, you’ll ask her and nothing will stop you.”
“What are you two losers doing?” Egg asked, coming to stand with them.
The fight was getting bloody, and neither was going down.
Knife watched as Shawl looked toward Pipe. In very rare occasions a tie was called, and unless they wanted a dead body, a tie needed to be called.
While Shawl handled the fight, Knife watched as several Saints and Sinners made their way over to the bleachers. Saint took a seat in front of them. Was he taunting them by showing off his back? “So, the club is having a barbeque and I wanted to extend the invitation to my latest bunch of BFFs.”
“Are you joking?” Pipe asked. “If so, you’re not funny.”
“Come on, Pipe, you and I both know we’re pretty much family. I’m not going to risk losing my sister, so that makes us family. Two rival clubs joined by love and kids. It’s a fucking television drama waiting to happen.” Saint turned around. “Are you coming?”