Her Biker Bodyguard
Maybe it's the pain meds making me loose-lipped, but seeing her safe, here, wearing one of my old t-shirts that hangs to her thighs - it does things to my heart I'm not ready to examine.
"Don't talk like that." Her voice catches. "I've already lost my dad. I can't..." She trails off, biting her lip.
"Hey." I catch her hand, threading our fingers together. "I'm not going anywhere Dolores. Takes more than a few bullets to keep me down."
"You better mean that." She leans down, pressing her forehead to mine. "Because I'm not done with you yet, Malachi Reynolds the third."
I chuckle, then wince at the pain it causes. "Did you check my birth certificate or something? Nobody calls me that."
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