A promise is a promise is a promise...
Lily Jas has two loves outside of her family... Maverick Quinn and ballet. She’s a Dogs of Fire Motorcycle Club princess who has found her prince. But when faced with an agonizing truth, she must decide whether to pursue her dreams or protect the one she loves.
Maverick Quinn knows what he wants in life, and it all starts and ends with Lily Jas. He’s loved her since he was a boy and his love has only grown with age, but when she walks out of his life without warning, he questions their entire relationship.
When a threat from inside her family cos to light, he makes the ultimate sacrifice, because a promise is a promise is a promise.
Lily
A BLOODY NOSE.
Never in my wildest thoughts did I ever imagine sothing as simple as a bloody nose would be the beginning of the end of "Liverick." We were forever.
I had just started my senior year of high school at the Arts school in Vancouver, Washington, and my boyfriend, Maverick, was off fulfilling his first year of a full-ride athletic scholarship playing football for Notre Da. It was our first ti away from each other, and we were miserable. But we’d concluded it was just one year. I’d join him the following year, and we’d be back on track. There was never any talk of not moving to Indiana to be close to him, even my parents were on board. If I didn’t get in, then I’d go sowhere else close to Mav. After all, we’d been together since I was five and he was six. This was it for us.
Well, until...
It was a Wednesday. It was raining, and school had sucked. Ballet, however, had almost made up for my crappy day, but I was still late. I ran through the front door, yelling, "Hi, Mom, bus was late, sorry, gotta call Mav," and rushed up to my room, powering up my laptop. Our black lab, Rex, followed, so I greeted him quickly. I peeled off my wet clothes and changed into dry pajamas while I tried to connect the video call. This was new for ... Maverick’s ho was right next door, and our bedroom windows faced each other, but for now, I was relegated to seeing him on a screen. It sucked.
Maverick answered on the second buzz. "Hey, gorgeous."
"Hi, Möosh."
He chuckled. I’d given Maverick that nickna one night when we’d been out at Frenchman’s Bar, lying on a blanket and making out like crazy. He was always saying the sweetest things, and I always found it funny how the n in my sphere of influence were the romantic ones, while the won... not so much.
"You’re so mushy," I said, kissing him.
"It’s because I love you."
"So because I’m not as mushy, I don’t love you?" I challenged.
He grinned, the crater on his left cheek lting . Seriously tall and muscular with longish dark hair, blue eyes, and dimples, Maverick Quinn was the hottest guy on earth. He’d always reminded a little of Superman. You’d never guess he was the son of a badass motorcycle club mber, being way more jock than biker... but I suppose, you could say that about as well. I was far more ballerina than biker chick.
"Mom and Dad are the sa way," he pointed out. "So are your parents."
"This is true." I giggled as he squeezed . "I do love how you get all mushy, and then you smoosh , though. They just make out and play ass grab with each other. It’s weird." I craned my head to look up at him. "But you’re totally my moosh."
Maverick laughed. "What the hell?"
"I’m over ’babe’ and ’honey’ and ’sweetie.’ From this point on, you’re my moosh."
"You already picked ’Liverick.’"
"Well, we couldn’t be Maly... that’s just silly."
He shook his head. "Well, if I’m your moosh, I want sothing cool. Sothing with umlauts in the spelling or so shit like that... like a bad European rock band."
I giggled. "Like m-ü-s-h?"
"Nuh-uh. I want m-ö-o-s-h. The second umlaut is silent."
I laughed so hard, I snorted, which was always Mav’s goal.
"How was dance?" he asked, bringing back to the present.
"It was really good, actually. Your mom’s kicking my butt."
"As she should."
I sighed. "She wants to do a showcase for the Rose City Dance Company."
He leaned forward. "And what did you say?"
Maverick knew how much I hated attention... good or bad. I was naturally shy and tended to stay in the background whenever possible. "I said I’d think about it."
He gave a gentle smile. "Just tell her no, baby. She’ll understand."
"Outside of the fact there could be scholarship money, I don’t want to hurt her feelings."
"Lil," he said, his voice a gentle admonishnt. "You won’t hurt her feelings. She’s asked before, right?"
I nodded.
"She’ll get it, baby doll."
"I’ll tell her tomorrow," I promised. "You’re playing Duke this weekend, right?"
"Yep." He shrugged. "But I’m ready."
"I know you are." Maverick was not one to talk about ga day this close to ga day, so I changed the subject. "I miss you."
"I miss you, too. Less than six weeks and I’ll be ho for Thanksgiving."
"I’m crossing the days off my calendar."
" too, baby." He leaned forward. "Lil, your nose is bleeding."
I touched my lip, and my hand ca away with blood. "Oh, gross. Hold on." I rushed into the bathroom attached to my bedroom and grabbed a washcloth. Rex followed inside and sat beside as I got the cloth wet.
"Press it against your upper lip, just under your nose," Maverick directed from the computer. "Apply lots of pressure."
I kept my head tilted back slightly and sat back down at my desk, peering at Maverick around the bloody washcloth. "So video sex probably wouldn’t be attractive right now, huh?"
Maverick laughed, shaking his head. "If your dad heard you say that, he’d have my balls."
I grinned. "He doesn’t know about us... you know."
"I’m sure he suspects."
"I’m sure he doesn’t," I countered in a whisper. There’s no way my dad suspected we were doing the nasty because if he did, Maverick probably wouldn’t be able to walk, let alone play football.
Maverick and I had waited a long ti to have sex... well, a long ti by teenage standards, really. It was my seventeenth birthday, and we’d been given permission to take my dad’s boat out for the day alone, provided we were ho in ti for the big blowout party my parents had planned.
The whole day had been one of dreams. We’d made love, swam a little, and then made love so more. After that, I found it difficult to keep my hands off him. Everything with Maverick was always perfect, and I couldn’t wait until we could find ti to be together again.
Maverick smiled. "Well, I’m not telling anyone."
" neither."
"How’s your nose?"
I pulled the washcloth away. "Seems good. That was weird."
"Probably allergies."
I nodded. "Probably."
"I have to go grab dinner with the guys. I’ll text you later, okay?"
"Okay, Möosh," I said, but it wasn’t okay. I wanted to keep talking to him.
He smiled. "I miss you, too, baby doll."
"I know."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
"I’ll text you before I fall asleep," he promised.
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