The Mechanics of The Heart (Unedited)

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Bullet

Bear was introducing Aphonic and giving small over brief of the job and I should've been listening, but it was all background fuzz as I watched Amara blend into my family like she'd been here. Cradling my niece in her arms while she talked with Lisa and Bambi, turning every few moments to marvel over the toy cars Bayou showed off, tugging her dress to pull her attention.

God that fucking dress was going to be the death of me.
Olive green fabric that wrapped flush around her body, thin straps parting to hold her perky breast and dipping low enough to expose her sternum. I trailed it as it flowed out to swish around her knees. Her back was open, my finger tips still tingled with the feeling of her soft silk skin when she asked me to tie the little strings of her dress.

Amara made shorts and tank tops look like designer run way material, but seeing her now, a dress poured over her shining skin. I felt strung up on a leash, glad to follow anyway and anywhere she tugged.

"Bullet, you hearin' me?" Bear squints like he knows I'm not but I nod anyway. I had my mission, I wasnt going to deter from my plan, regardless if my brothers rode with me on it or not. I glanced at Aphonic, he was nothing I had imagined, yet again I had never met anyone who couldnt speak before. He had deep rich skin that tinged red like the mountains in the summer and long pin straight black hair that was parted down the middle and rested in two braids on his shoulders.

"How long you been riding?" His beast sat idle in the front of a long line of revving beast. Jutting his chin he held up six fingers, the side of his lips lifting into a smirk. My eyes following to the patch on his left side, high enough to leave space for a member patch and low enough to no go unnoticed. Redrum, in red with a single skull, a traditional headdress beside it.

I nodded, impressed and slightly pique in interest. But past his shoulder my woman tilts her head back as laughs, shoulder shaking as the laughter poured out of her freely, openly. "As much as a pleasure it's been to meet you," I gesture to Aphonic who nods, a glint of humor in his eyes, "I'll be spending the next two weeks on the road with you fuckers, I'm gonna spend the next twelve with my old lady." Bear rolled his eyes but smiled clapping me on the back.

"You do that, dont be late for debriefing in the morning." He points a narrowed finger at me then to Razor who nodded with a lazy smirk before sauntering off, and then Coyote who was knocking back quite a few beers. Before Bear himself, the bastard, heading in Bambi's direction like a man on a mission.

Pausing, I eyed the loose grip Coyote had on the bottle neck, my attention ping ponging as I watched Amara hand off baby Dream to my sister, the smile stretching across her face even bigger as Lisa pulled her towards the table of food, turning her hypnotizing smile away and instead I was given a full view of the curves of her back.

"Lay off the drinks." Last thing I needed was a delay because he was hungover, puking over the side of the road. "My woman's peace is not something I'm willing to compromise for your lack of self control." I snarl, barely containing the urge to wring his neck as he hiccupped and burped before tossing the beer into one of the black bags tied at the end of the table.

"No worries, Sarg." Raising his hands I narrowed my eyes as he slithered away. Sighing and tossing my own empty can of soda into the bag, nodding in gratitude to the prospect walking around ensuring the trash actually made it into the bag once everyone got too shit faced.

"You guys really pulled this place together." I over hear Lisa comment as she piles a plate high with steak and corn I know is for Ten, a few steps behind them I watch Amara's head bob as she nods, "Thank you, I didnt think so much can be done in a day but Bullet loves to prove me wrong." She giggled again and I groaned inwardly as she turned, biting into a strawberry as her siren eyes landed on me and, because I am a man doomed, I fall into her trap and let my arms wind around her waist.

Relishing in the way her body molds to mine. "I think you mean spoil." I correct, leaning into to steal a bite of her strawberry, kissing the sweetness off her lips after.
"Sweet as sin, gorgeous." Her body shakes with silent laughter.

"Come on, I've got something for you." I hold her tighter as she shivers, her nails scrapping my skin gently as her fingers danced across my forearms, squinting her pretty brown eyes up at me.

"What've you got planned?" The suspicious look on her face only deepens as I tug her toward the middle of our backyard, our friends and family chatter slowing to a murmur. "Hunter, what the hell?" I smirk at Amara attempt to whisper yell at me as she craned her neck around to our family forming around us, Razor stepping forward with an extra giddy look on his face.

"Firefly." I brush my knuckles over the soft roundness of her cheeks. "I never thought I'd have an old lady, but goddamn if you didn't sweep me off my feet." I roll my eyes at Razors dramatic wink as he shuffles over with the box, reaching in to grasp the soft leather. "As your old man, I'm askin, will you wear my property cut?"
I produce the cut, the smell of fish leather flares around me as the stitched Devil Horns logo. A beautiful embroidered stitch in bolden crisp white letters; Old lady of Bullet.
A hallow tip with a tiny, winged fire fly resting on the tip of the bullet the only design on the left front breast.

"You big dummy." Her tears make my heart clench but her smile is so radiant, it warms any jagged feeling suffocating my chest. "Of course, I'll wear it." She wipes at the under's of her eyes before breaking into another breathtaking smile, around us our family cheers are deafening.