TRAILING TRISHA - A Black Hounds Motorcycle Club Romance (The Fox and the Hounds Book #2) by Fiona Garland Page A
Authors: Fiona Garland
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asking everyone we know to take loyalty oaths. That’s insane.”
The two sat in silence. Half of it was the sight of the incoming sunrise. The other was quiet contemplation of the uncertain future ahead of them.
He thought about who else could be after them. Some Red Aztec psychopath wouldn’t go through this much trouble. The people that knew about the contract were either trusted or vetted. Sam Maynard was a bulldog of journalist but he wasn’t a muckraker. Mr. Brown had been his family’s friend for years. Uncle Cass thought about the whole scheme in the first place. Lucia would never betray him. There was no point second guessing his only remaining family.
Dante glanced in the car’s mirror and saw Trisha reflect in it. It made him realize that the two of them were soon to be a married couple. Fake marriage or not, Dante’s father had raised him to always put his family before himself. His job was to protect his woman and keep her happy… even at his own cost.
He looked at the woman he loved with sadness in his eyes. “I fucked up, Trisha.”
He repeated his words, chocking on each syllable. “I-I fucked up. I keep putting myself over everyone else.”
Trisha shook her head. “Don’t say that, Dante.”
“I been avoiding responsibility all my life,” he said, placing his head in his hand. “I never wanted to be my dad’s successor. I never wanted to be some big shot CEO. I let my sister take care of those responsibilities. I’ve… just been running away. Maybe this is the universe’s sick idea of getting back at me. I just don’t want you to die for my sins-”
“Shut the fuck up and listen to me!” Trisha shouted, her voice scaring both of them. “You’re the nicest, kindest man I’ve ever met. But you can’t go down without a fight. Pull yourself together because everyone’s counting on you. If you can’t be responsible for yourself, then act responsible for me. I sure as hell can’t act as your wife for the next six damn month if you keep acting like this!”
For a second there was silence. Trisha wondered if she had gone too far and violated some obscure clause in their contract. Then, he let out a laugh.
It was the purest, most joyous laughter she had heard from him. Gripping his chest, Dante stopped to catch his breath and said. “Sorry, you sounded like my late mother. I guess I needed someone to chew me out. Lucia doesn’t quite do the job. Ha-ha!”
A small smile appeared on her face. “Stop laughing! It’s infectious.”
“Sorry,” he apologized again, placing a hand on her lap. “Mom always said that any woman willing to call you out for being a dumbass is worth marrying.”
Trisha wanted to laugh with him. The man didn’t know just how he made her feel. It wasn’t the money, nice dresses, or fancy cars. In his arms, she felt needed instead of an orphan going through life without a direction. “She’s a wise woman but I’m a simple country bumpkin who is way out of her depth.”
Dante seemed contemplative about her statement. He took his hand off her leg. “Trisha, are you sorry you ever met the Black Hounds? Are you sorry you met me?”
Her eyes widened in surprise. She paused for a moment before answering. “No, of course not. I mean, sure, it’s been scary at times but-”
“But what it is scary for you exactly?”
“Please don’t get upset at me about this,” she began with him nodding his head in approval. “There’s this… quiet anger in you Dante. I see it sometimes. Whenever we talk to the media… it flashes. Back in the hotel… it looked like you’d kill someone.”
Dante gave her his signature smile and waved it off. “I don’t know how someone’s supposed to react to getting threatened. Send them a fruit basket with a ‘sorry’ note?”
Trisha didn’t return his smile. “Dante,
The two sat in silence. Half of it was the sight of the incoming sunrise. The other was quiet contemplation of the uncertain future ahead of them.
He thought about who else could be after them. Some Red Aztec psychopath wouldn’t go through this much trouble. The people that knew about the contract were either trusted or vetted. Sam Maynard was a bulldog of journalist but he wasn’t a muckraker. Mr. Brown had been his family’s friend for years. Uncle Cass thought about the whole scheme in the first place. Lucia would never betray him. There was no point second guessing his only remaining family.
Dante glanced in the car’s mirror and saw Trisha reflect in it. It made him realize that the two of them were soon to be a married couple. Fake marriage or not, Dante’s father had raised him to always put his family before himself. His job was to protect his woman and keep her happy… even at his own cost.
He looked at the woman he loved with sadness in his eyes. “I fucked up, Trisha.”
He repeated his words, chocking on each syllable. “I-I fucked up. I keep putting myself over everyone else.”
Trisha shook her head. “Don’t say that, Dante.”
“I been avoiding responsibility all my life,” he said, placing his head in his hand. “I never wanted to be my dad’s successor. I never wanted to be some big shot CEO. I let my sister take care of those responsibilities. I’ve… just been running away. Maybe this is the universe’s sick idea of getting back at me. I just don’t want you to die for my sins-”
“Shut the fuck up and listen to me!” Trisha shouted, her voice scaring both of them. “You’re the nicest, kindest man I’ve ever met. But you can’t go down without a fight. Pull yourself together because everyone’s counting on you. If you can’t be responsible for yourself, then act responsible for me. I sure as hell can’t act as your wife for the next six damn month if you keep acting like this!”
For a second there was silence. Trisha wondered if she had gone too far and violated some obscure clause in their contract. Then, he let out a laugh.
It was the purest, most joyous laughter she had heard from him. Gripping his chest, Dante stopped to catch his breath and said. “Sorry, you sounded like my late mother. I guess I needed someone to chew me out. Lucia doesn’t quite do the job. Ha-ha!”
A small smile appeared on her face. “Stop laughing! It’s infectious.”
“Sorry,” he apologized again, placing a hand on her lap. “Mom always said that any woman willing to call you out for being a dumbass is worth marrying.”
Trisha wanted to laugh with him. The man didn’t know just how he made her feel. It wasn’t the money, nice dresses, or fancy cars. In his arms, she felt needed instead of an orphan going through life without a direction. “She’s a wise woman but I’m a simple country bumpkin who is way out of her depth.”
Dante seemed contemplative about her statement. He took his hand off her leg. “Trisha, are you sorry you ever met the Black Hounds? Are you sorry you met me?”
Her eyes widened in surprise. She paused for a moment before answering. “No, of course not. I mean, sure, it’s been scary at times but-”
“But what it is scary for you exactly?”
“Please don’t get upset at me about this,” she began with him nodding his head in approval. “There’s this… quiet anger in you Dante. I see it sometimes. Whenever we talk to the media… it flashes. Back in the hotel… it looked like you’d kill someone.”
Dante gave her his signature smile and waved it off. “I don’t know how someone’s supposed to react to getting threatened. Send them a fruit basket with a ‘sorry’ note?”
Trisha didn’t return his smile. “Dante,
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