Alejandro: Padre Knights MC (17 page)

CHAPTER FORTY TWO

The words tumbled from his mouth before he was even through the door. One look at her eager smile and his heart was in a vise. 

"Ali, listen to me.” He grabbed her by the shoulders and blurted it out before he lost his courage. “You have to marry Bobby."

"Wait--what?" The immediate confusion on her face was replaced by wariness. "What's going on?"

If I keep touching her, I won't be able to do this
. He stepped away from her and repeated himself. "It's over between us. You need to marry Bobby."

"Alejandro, what are you saying. What's going on?" she breathed.

He nodded, his tongue thick in his mouth. "I'm serious."

"Am I-- Are you--"

He nodded again. "Yes. And yes. But I'm not worried about me, I'm worried about you. Say you'll do this. It's for your own protection."

Ali shook her head, fat tears spilling from between her tightly squeezed eyelids. "You know I can't do that."

"You're not safe, and I can't justify placing you in any more danger."

"No! Damn it, Alejandro!" she wailed. In three steps she crossed the kitchen and battered his chest with her fists. "You're being a fucking coward! You're not doing this for me. You're doing this because you don't want to love me and you do. And now you want to get out of it by sending me back to Bobby!"

Alejandro grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the wall, holding her tight with his body. He stared at her incredulously. "Is that what you really think?”

She merely stared at him, her gray eyes defiant.

“I swear to you, I'm trying to protect you, Baby, not play games with you."

"I don't believe you." She narrowed her eyes and struggled against his hold. "Why would you need to protect me? You're in an outlaw club, so what? I knew that when we started this. What's different?"

"Ali, Baby, just trust me on this--"

"No!" she shrieked, her eyes wild, her hair whipping around her face like a madwoman. "You better fucking tell me right now, Alejandro. What the hell is so different now?"

"I killed an innocent person," he blurted, and his heart lodged in her throat as he watched the look of horror slowly creep across her face.

"What?" she whispered, shrinking against the wall.

"We were contracted for a hit. It was the only way to keep the DEA and ATF off our asses, so we agreed to do it. But when we went to take the guy out, his wife was with him. We did it anyway. We couldn't leave witnesses."

Ali stared at him like she'd never seen him before in her life, her face pale and the pulse in her throat hammering visibly. "If you're lying..." She turned away from him and shook her head. "No. No. I don't believe you. You wouldn't do that."

"I did it." His voice was grim. "I didn’t pull the trigger, but I ordered the hit. I watched them die. I got rid of the bodies.” He gave it a moment to sink in. “Ali, if you stay with me, you'll be sleeping next to a murderer." 

"No."

He grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him, but she squeezed her eyes shut. "No, no, no!" she moaned, struggling against him. "No, Alejandro, no..." He let her go and she dropped to the floor, curling into a tight ball, her arms wrapped around her thin knees. She looked as fragile as a child there on the tiles, and though he felt like he was being slowly burned alive he knew her protection was his greatest duty now.

"Ali.”

She was silent.

“Ali." Her eyes stared straight ahead, blinking slowly, but the rest of her body was motionless. "They know about you. That's why the black Camaro kept showing up. I can't risk that, Ali, and I know Bobby can keep you safe. I don't want to do this." His voice broke, and it was the sound of his ragged grief that finally made her turn her head and look him in the eyes. "I'd rather do anything in the world than let you go. But I just don't know how else to protect you."

She curled against his leg, slowly, as if it hurt every muscle in her body to move. Her face pressed to his thigh and she let forth an anguished moan, echoing the roaring in his brain. Alejandro sank to the floor and pulled her into his arms for what he knew would be their last embrace. 

CHAPTER FORTY THREE

Ali stood in front of the full-length mirror, silent as Cristina smoothed her veil and bustled her dress. She was grateful to her friend for having the balls to face down the other women, including Cecile Dawson, and tell them to leave. Her body was in the throes of fighting back a panic attack, and she wanted desperately to just get through the next few hours and disappear to St. Maarten where she could forget the mess she’d made of everything.

She took a few deep, steadying breaths and looked at her best friend in the reflection, just over her shoulder.

"I know what you're thinking," Christina said softly. "Stop it. This is not a mistake. This is what you've been planning for a whole year. You are going to go out there and walk down that aisle on your Daddy's arm, and you are going to be radiant."

Ali blinked back tears as she gazed at her reflection. She didn't feel radiant. Though not a hair was out of place and not a single wrinkle marred her gown, everything was far from perfect. She felt like her heart was being squeezed by a giant, cruel fist, and there weren’t enough pearls and lace and lipstick in the world to make that better.

She thought of Bobby beaming in his tux at the end of the aisle, waiting patiently for her to walk to him. She imagined the moment Reverend Allen would pronounce them man and wife, and the whole church would clap. She imagined Bobby giving her that first kiss to join their souls in matrimony.

Then she tried to envision their wedding night, but all she could see was Alejandro. It was his handsome face she saw bending to hers, his dark eyes gazing at her full of love and desire and promise. Instead of Bobby quietly murmuring,
I love you, Sugar
, she heard Alejandro's husky voice whispering in her ear,
Mi amor
,
mi corazón
,
mi preciosa esposa
as he turned her inside out with pleasure.

Ali doubled over with a cry, clutching her chest. Every fiber of her being longed for him. The ache was too much to bear. There was a roaring in her ears and she couldn't catch her breath. 

"I think you need a Xanax," Cristina said gently. Ali shook her head but the roaring wouldn't stop. She leaned against the wall.
I can't do this.

"Ali, I'm serious," she heard Cristina say through the haze. "I'm going to give you something to take the edge off. You're on the verge of a panic attack. We can't have you collapsing out there."

"I can't do this," Ali gasped. "It's not supposed to happen this way."

"This is exactly what I was afraid of. Shit," Cristina murmured under her breath, rummaging in her handbag for the bottle of pills. "Here." She pressed a small while pill in Ali's hand and held out a water bottle. "Take this and try to relax. In ten minutes you'll be fine, I promise."

Obediently Ali placed the pill on her tongue and washed it down with a mouthful of water. In a few minutes the shaking stopped, just as Cristina had said it would.

"Cristina, I don't know what I'm doing."

"You're marrying Bobby," her friend said.

"Am I making a mistake?"

"Of course not."

"
Cristina
."  Looking deep into her best friend's eyes, she took Cristina's hands in hers and clung to them, tugging her close. "Please."

"I love you like a sister,
mami
," Cristina vowed, her eyes misting as she squeezed Ali's fingers. "Like my very own flesh and blood. And if you were my sister, I would tell you the same thing. I know you love him, Ali, I do. I know it's hurting right now. I remember what you went through before, how bad it was. So I'm telling you, as a friend, as a sister, this is the best thing for you to do. A life with Alejandro is a death sentence. You care about Bobby and he loves you enough to forgive you and spend the rest of his life taking care of you. What else could you possibly ask for?"

Ali shook her head and forced a smile. “No, you’re right. It’s the smart choice. I’m lucky, just like you said. I just need a second alone.”

Cristina smoothed her coral-colored gown. “Just a minute,” she warned before walking through the door. Ali could hear Cristina speaking rapidly to the others, her stern tone ensuring the bride one peaceful moment before showtime.

Ali closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. Thoughts of Alejandro pushed into her brain and she chased them out. It was like phantom pain, the way she felt his stubble scratching against her throat, the way she heard his deep voice murmuring in her ear. She even swore she could feel the vibration of the Harley’s rumble through the floorboards, and just the thought of never being on the back of his bike again sent her into a fresh wave of panic.

But there was no time for that. Cristina was back through the door, her bouquet in hand. She reached her other hand for Ali’s. “Come on, then,
mi mejor amiga linda
,” she said softly. “Let’s go give these people what they’ve been waiting for.”

The organs sounded and four hundred people stood from their seats, waiting for the future First Lady of Texas to make her way down the aisle.

Another explosion of color fills the sky, and Ali gasps in my arms. The sizzle of the fireworks dying out almost drowns out her voice as she says, “This night is perfect.” She snuggles back against me and I squeeze her tighter, unable to believe my luck. Me. Her. Here together. She turns to kiss me and I take it slow, the feeling of her lips on mine still new enough to make me worry I’ll lose this at any moment. But it’s never just a kiss with us. In three seconds we’re both shaking and pulling apart to cool ourselves down. That’s how it is with us, every single time.

Some people don’t believe in love at first sight, but I fell in love at age fourteen. I haven’t been able to get Ali out of my head since the day I went to pick up my cousin Cristina from cheerleading practice and saw her there in the sunlight, her blonde hair like a halo, a smile on her face as bright as the sun. A whole field of pretty girls, and all I could see was Ali, untying her hair and shaking it so her curls fell everywhere. She was all tan legs and wild hair and that amazing, radiant smile, and my mind kept saying yes, yes, yes, let me just look at this girl all day.

The animal inside me marked her as mine the second I laid eyes on her four years ago, and he’s not quiet about what he wants to do to her. Ali shifts against me and it’s torture. We only just started dating and I’m taking it slow with her, but right now all I can think about is how the reflection of the colors in the sky would look on her bare skin. I want to be inside her when the blackness is broken with that beautiful light, and I want to hear her say my name as we move together under that canopy of colors.

I want to stretch this summer out forever. I couldn’t believe she let me kiss her at that graduation party last month, and I can’t believe I’ve been taking her out ever since. If I thought I had a chance with her I never would have agreed to go to San Antonio with the club so soon. Maybe I would’ve gone to college after all, given my mother that piece of paper she so desperately wants for me. Visited Ali at her school on weekends, asked her to marry me when I was close to graduating.

And then what? Bring her home to this forgotten town so we could be reminded every day that we don’t belong together? Try to make a new life together somewhere else, clinging to each other until our love and need choke us? No. Better that we have these two perfect months together and leave it at that.

The cracks and pops are getting closer together now, signaling the end, and Ali turns to me, her gray eyes serious. “Let’s go to The Ridge,” she says, and my mouth goes dry. I’ve been there countless times with girls whose smiles I barely remember, but I know that whatever happens tonight, I’ll remember it forever.

My brain runs wild with thoughts of what might happen tonight. Ali’s a virgin, and we haven’t done much more than kiss, but that’s not a kissing look I see in her eyes. She’s hungry. For me. “Let’s go,” I say, pulling her to her feet, and the way she wraps around me promises everything I’ve ever dreamed. Paradise.