Aria Strike And Some Revelations
Nora
This homestead is lovely. Very beautiful place. Watching Isha commit to her men and then the unconventional tattoo ceremony was very lovely to witness. I adore Ava and her young man. She is a beautiful bride and she is glowing. Her young man, Aaron, is very handsome and they make a beautiful couple.
I walked over to a table with lemonade. I was introduced to actual bikers and the women that are with them. Very colorful people. I liked them. I picked up a glass and took a sip. Perfection. Perfectly sweet and tart.
“Darling, do you see those little kids over there? I am going to go play with them. They are building a sand castle.”
I looked at Robert and smiled, “Practicing for our great-grandchild?”
He blushed, and I laughed, giving him a kiss. I was very happy with Robert.
“That’s not the man you used to be married to,” a feminine voice said to me. I turned in surprise and then my blood froze.
“Aria Strike,” I bit out between clenched teeth. I had to take a deep breath, I would not ruin my granddaughter’s day.
“Wow, you still know how to cut someone with just a look. I’ve always admired that,” she said to me with a small smile.
“What are you doing here? You aren’t exactly someone I thought I’d ever see again. And stay away from the man that just
walked away. I don’t need you trying to seduce him.”
“Scared he’d give in?”
“Not at all. Just like my first husband, he won’t fall for your considerable charms,” I said, looking her up and down with
disdain, d*mn it, she is still stunning.
“I was sorry to hear about him and your son. I couldn’t imagine losing Patrick or Dawson.”
“Wait, Dawson is your son?”
“Yes, I am Aria Becks now.”
“Ahh, so you are the A in P and A Becks.”
“Yes. Listen Nora. Can we let bygones be bygones? I was young, arrogant and a complete b*tch back then, and I am sorry for my actions. I adore Isha and I think for the sake of her, Dawson and the child in her belly, we should get along. We’re family now.”
I chuckled. Who would have thought I’d one day be family with the stunning Aria Strike? I’ll admit to myself that I was jealous of her when she first came on the modeling scene as an adult. She was perfection and at the time I was feeling very old. But I did get the best of her in the end.
“For the sake of Isha, Dawson and the baby,” I said, holding up my lemonade glass. She picked one up and clinked hers with mine.
“You’re still stunning,” she said to me, and that went a long way to melting my heart.
“Thank you, so are you. Please, take me to your husband and introduce me,” I said.
She smiled and I followed her. We stopped in front of a very good-looking man with salt and pepper hair and a massive man in a leather vest with a long beard with some sparse gray and a tiny woman next to him. They turned to us and I saw flashes of recognition in both of their eyes.
“Nora Ryan,” the man with salt and pepper hair said with a little awe in his voice.
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I smiled and looked both men up and down. Very good-looking.
“Holy sh*t. I had posters of you on my wall growing up. I stole them from my father. I used to jerk off to your image. You were and still are a fine ass broad,” the massive man said.
My smile grew huge and I chuckled. Well, that was a nice compliment if I did say so myself.
“Well, I am utterly charmed. I’m Isha’s grandmother.”
“You don’t look like anyone’s grandmother. Ever think about being with a biker?” An arm slipped around my waist, and I was hauled up against Roberts’ side.
“She has not,” he said, eyeing the massive man.
“Wolf, stop teasing Nora,” the other man said.
“Who’s teasing, my old lady and I would be honored,” he said.
The tiny woman beside him giggled and nodded.
Well, I felt myself blush, and I was flattered.
“Mrs. Ryan, I am Patrick Becks. I’m Dawson’s father. This is Wolf. He is the President of the Lords of Chaos, a friend.”
“More than friends, we saved Isha’s life, we’re family.”
“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” I asked. My heart rat picking up. “What do you mean you saved Isha’s life?”
“She didn’t tell you about her kidnapping?” Wolf asked and then he smiled wickedly. “Oh, someone is in trouble.”
“Oh, she will be. But not today, I’ll wait until I can get her alone,” I said, looking around and catching my grandchild’s eye. Her wide smile suddenly dimmed, and her eyes widened when she saw who I was standing with. Yeah, child, you are in trouble. I narrowed my eyes at her, she mouthed ‘Sorry’ and then went back to beaming with her guys and her best
friends.
I turned back to my group. “This is my companion, Robert Dorsey.”
“It’s very nice to meet you. I’m glad you and Isha’s mother accept the dynamic that they have. We claim Mic, Davis and Ford as ours too. They are very special to us,” Patrick said.
Aria’s smile was stunning and she nodded. She’s changed so much.
“I adore all the boys. The way they treat Isha makes me love them so much more. Her ex-husband was such a jacka*s. I wish I could get my hands on him for making her cry and doubt herself.”
“You have nothing to worry about when it comes to him. He is no more,” Wolf said.
“What do you mean?”
“It means Dawson and the boys took care of him.”
“WHAT?” Patrick, Aria and I said at the same time. Wolf threw his head back and boomed with laughter.
“Well, it looks like you all need to have a sit down with your kids and granddaughter. My work is done here. I will leave you all to it,” Wolf said, taking his woman with him and walking away.
I looked at Aria and her eyes were wide, and her mouth was slightly open.
“Patrick,” she whispered.
“I’ll have a talk with them. Obviously, this is something that can’t get out. The media would have a field day.”
“The media? Why would the media care?”
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Nora, there is so much you don’t know about the Becks family. We should have breakfast tomorrow.”
“Apparently. I’ll have Isha’s mother and Uncle join us. I am going to take my man and mingle. It’s been interesting Aria,” I
said.
She gave me a slight head nod, Patrick picked up my hand and kissed my knuckles. Robert huffed and Aria and I
chuckled.
“Let’s go wash your hands, my love,” Robert said, taking me off to the bathroom.
I chuckled, “Are you jealous?”
“Immensely. I was helping build a sand castle and I looked up to see my woman walking over to two men whose eyes were glued to her, both with admiration and one with lust in his eyes. Then I heard the one with lust proposition you for a threesome and I watched the other kiss your hand. It’s just too much Nora. I need my hands on you.”
I loved my former husband, but he never showed possessiveness like Robert and I found it thrilling. Not to mention, Robert was younger than me and even at his age his stamina was something I hadn’t experienced in such a long time.
He dragged me into the house and into a bathroom where he literally washed my hands himself. Then he picked me up and sat me on the vanity.
“Brace yourself woman. I need to show you who you belong to.”
His mouth slammed on mine. Oh lord, I thought. And then I thought OH LORD!
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