Asking Permission
Dashawn
I did it. I was really nervous but I did it. I took Al out to show him our bikes. We had all
different kinds. Choppers, cruisers, street bikes, offroad bikes. There were trikes and ATVs, touring bikes, standard bikes, scooters and small training bikes for the kids.
“This is awesome,” Al said.
“I thought you’d like to see all these. I still have to show you the antique Indian, but we can see
that tomorrow, and we can go on that ride.”
“I’d like that. You know, I was a little taken aback when Sammy said she was dating you. She
isn’t much of a dater. Then when she told us you were her boss, and also part of an MC, I had
my reservations.”
“I can understand that. MC’s have a stigma. A lot of them are pretty dangerous. We are
pretty dangerous, but we aren’t outlaws. There are a few MCs that have some agreement with
local law enforcement. Like us, we clean up what the police can’t because they have rules they have to follow. We don’t have such rules. They look the other way while we take out the
trash. As long as it’s done somewhat discreetly.”
“I see. Have you killed people, Dashawn?”
“I won’t lie to you, I have. All but one were during missions where we saved women and
children from traffickers.”
Al’s brows rose. “That’s very commendable of your MC.”
“It’s a problem we are trying to fix, especially in our area. New York City is a hub for traffickers. The more we save, the less profit they make.”
“You said all but one?”
“A man dared to attack someone I love, so I killed him. You don’t touch what is mine,” I said. I
didn’t tell him it was his daughter, if she wants him to know, that needs to come from her.
“I find that honorable, actually. I know it sounds old–fashioned, but I am of the mind that a man takes care of those that he loves and that are under his protection. Especially the women in their lives. There was a time that a man found Georgia attractive. He tried to woo her, even though she told him she was married. We were in Africa. He wanted her for a wife. She repeatedly told him no, that she was already taken. She was passing out water to some
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children and he grabbed her. I was down the street, sewing up stitches in a man’s arm. I heard her scream. I didn’t even think, I just grabbed a scalpel and ran towards her. I saw her
in the man’s arms, he was dragging her away. I jumped on them. We all fell. I fell on top of
him, and she rolled out of his arms. I had the scalpel to his eye and I told him in no uncertain
terms that I would blind him if he so much as looked at my wife again. Then I drug the scalpel
down his cheek, leaving a faint line, and put it to his groin. The fear that came into his eyes
satisfied me. I felt feral, I could have killed him, and that went against the oath I had taken as
a doctor, but I didn’t care. He had tried to take my woman. Needless to say, Georgie was very appreciative that night. The man never bothered her again,” he said, with a smug smile.
I chuckled.
“I would have killed him, but I’ve also never taken an oath to save lives.”
We talked some more, my dad, and he looked at the blueprints for a bike that he and my Uncle Beast were going to build as a present for Papa Butcher’s seventy–fourth birthday. I asked if he would walk with me and he agreed. My heartbeat was going a mile a minute and my pals
were becoming extremely sweaty..
“Al, I love your daughter. I don’t know if you know how much, but it’s all consuming. I imagine it’s the same way you feel about Georgia. Samantha is special to me. I’ve known it from the first time I laid eyes on her five years ago. I know we’ve only just reconnected and started seeing each other, but I know she is the one for me. She’s my future. I want her to be the mother of my children. I’d like to ask your permission to marry your daughter,” I said. I felt like I was going to pass the f*ck out. I put a hand over my heart to make sure it stayed in my
chest.
Al beamed at me. He hauled me to him and slapped my back as he hugged me.
“I would love to have you as a son–in–law. I can see how much you love her. You watch her like I imagine I watch my own wife. You have my permission. I know she will be safe with you and I know you will never break her heart. I almost lost her once because of some asinine boy. I know I’ll never have to worry about that with you.”
“No, sir, never.”
“So, when are you going to pop the question?” he asked. ·
“I was thinking about tomorrow at breakfast.”
“Do you have a ring?”
I nodded and pulled the box I had the ring in out of my pocket and handed it to him. He
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whistled.
“What? You think it’s too small? It’s too small, right? I want everyone to know she is taken. Sh*t maybe the jewelry store is still open, I should go and get a bigger diamond.”
“Son? How big is this diamond?”
“It’s a 20.30 carat cushion cut diamond with two 2 carat shield cut diamonds on the side in a
platinum setting. Should I go bigger?”
Al chuckled and shook his head.
“She’ll love it. Any bigger and she won’t be able to lift her hand,” he said, laughing.
I smiled with relief.
“There is something else I’d like to ask you. We could use more doctors here at the
compound. The women and children we bring in are taken care of by my Uncle Doc and Aunt
Lucy, but sometimes it can become overwhelming. Would you and Georgia ever consider
moving here? I know Samantha would love it.”
“It’s funny you should ask that. Georgia and I have been talking about selling our practice. We
were approached by a big medical group. They want our clinic. We were going to think about
these next two weeks. We’re thinking about moving to New York City and getting jobs there.
But I’d love to be a part of helping your cause. I will talk with Georgia.”
“Excellent. Let’s go back and enjoy our women.”
I walked with Al back to the clubhouse, I heard a roar and saw Demon stomping out of the
back and towards the forest. I was going to go after him, but Ice said he would. Demon had a temper, so something set him off, and he was pissed. I nodded at Ice and followed my soon–to–be father–in–law. I saw my girl sitting at the table I left her at. She was surrounded by my sisters and cousins. She was hugging Tally. I hope everything is okay. She looked at me and gave me her dazzling smile. I had to take a breath because every time she did that I felt
the breath in me freeze. She was so d*mn beautiful.
“Hey Sweet Girl, everything okay here?”
“Yeah. Just getting to know your sister a little more. How was the bike fawning?”
I chuckled. “It was great. Your dad is awesome. Have I told you how good you look with my Property Cut on?” I said, sitting next to her and squeezing her thigh.
She smiled bigger and nodded. I leaned in and kissed her. I can’t wait until tomorrow morning. The ring was burning a hole in my pocket. Everyone would know she was mine. With me
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going on a mission the day after tomorrow she’ll be here without me. Not that I would think
any of my brothers would be dumb enough to hit on her, you never knew. Plus, if an
impromptu party happened and others were invited, I wanted them to know that she was off limits in every way. I wish she was big with my child in her. The thought made my c*ck come
to life. I patted myself and promised that soon I would get inside my woman to try and impregnate her again. She has yet to have her period. Maybe she was already pregnant.
“Baby, when is your next period?”
She blushed and looked at me like I was crazy.
“Why?”
“Well, you haven’t had one since we’ve been together. Maybe you’re already pregnant.”
“I’m not. I should start it any day now.”
“Have you stopped taking your pills?”
She blushed deeper, my smile widened. I loved making her do that.
“Yes,” she whispered. I sucked in a sharp breath, I was just joking.
“When?”
“When what?”
“When did you stop taking them?”
“Yesterday. I decided not to take them anymore. You’ve made me your Old Lady, you’ve shown me you’d do anything for me, and I trust you with my very life. So, I decided that I was going to stop taking them and give you the baby you want.”
“Yes!”
She giggled and I slammed my mouth onto hers. She moaned when I deepened it. I slid my hand higher up on her thigh. A throat–clearing caught our attention.
“Okay everyone, Christmas breakfast is at eight, I suggest it’s time to go home and get some sleep,” my dad said.
“I couldn’t agree more,” I growled into Samantha’s ear.
We said goodnight and I took her to my room. Time to show my Sweet Girl just how much I loved her and to practice some baby–making.
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