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Lil had planned the whole wedding, which was fine with Danger since she had no clue how to even start the process of throwing a wedding. They agreed to get married at Savage Hell, and Danger was excited that all their new friends were going to be there for their big day.

First, she had something else to do and that was officially be patched into the Royal Harlots. She was going to finally be part of something bigger than herself, and she’d be hanging out with Lil and Viv, who were going to be her new sisters. She had always wanted sisters, not that she’d trade Anthony for anything, but it was going to be nice to be part of a big family. It had always been her and her little brother and the chaos of a big family intrigued her.

Lil walked into Declan’s house and found her in the kitchen. “You ready for tonight?” she asked.

“I think so,” Danger admitted. “I mean, the tough part is over, right?” she asked.

“Yep, and you don’t know how much I appreciate you being the Harlot’s Sergeant-at-Arms. You’re going to be great at it,” Lil assured.

“I hope so,” Danger said. “I don’t want to let you or the other women down.”

Lilliana grabbed her hand, “You won’t,” she said, “I’m sure of it. Now, let’s talk about your wedding. Everything is set for Saturday.” Danger couldn’t believe that she was going to be Mrs. James in just three days. She and Declan had talked about her keeping her last name since it was the name that she went by, but he promised she’d be able to take his name and still be called Danger. That’s when Lil stepped in and came up with the idea that she could go by Danger as her biker name. It was a perfect solution. She could legally be Bernadette James, and everyone would still be able to call her Danger.

“Is there anything that I can help with?” Danger asked.

“Absolutely not,” Lil insisted, “it’s your special day and I don’t want you or Declan won’t lift a finger to help. Between the Harlots and the Bastards, we’ve got this.”

“I appreciate that,” Danger said. “I’m not sure how I’ll ever repay you for doing all this for Declan and me.”

“You never have to repay me for anything,” Lil said, pulling Danger in for a quick hug. “We’re going to be sisters and that’s what sisters do for each other.”

“I think that I’m going to like having a sister,” Danger said.

“Good, now let’s go and get you patched into the Royal Harlots. We need to make you official,” Lil said. Danger wasn’t sure how she went from being an MI6 agent to joining a motorcycle club and marrying the man of her dreams, but she wasn’t going to question it. Life had dealt her a winning hand, and she was going to play it.

The End

I hope that you loved Declan and Danger’s story! Here is a sneak peek at book three of K.L. Ramsey’s Royal Harlots Series—Sprite is coming soon!

Sprite

Sprite tossed her long, pink hair back over her shoulder and smiled at the guy standing in front of her. He was new to the Royal Bastards, and it was their night to use the clubhouse. Savage was good about letting the Royal Harlots use the bar every Tuesday and Thursday, and she was looking forward to the next meeting. They were going to elect a new treasurer and she wanted to put her name in the hat. It made sense since her day job was working for the top accounting firm in town. She had gotten her CPA and would really like to help out her new club with her skill set. Although she doubted that any of the other women knew what she did for her day job. They saw her as the bartender for Savage Hell and probably thought that was her livelihood.

Honestly, she tended bar for the club to get out of her mom’s house. She was still living at home, at twenty-five, and trying to save money to get out. It was taking forever, and her mother’s slimy boyfriend drove her half crazy. What her mother saw in him, she didn’t understand. Her mother had met the guy at a bar, and they dated for a whole week before he told her that he loved her. He moved into their little doublewide the next day and had been making Sprite’s life miserable since. She tried to tell her mother that the slimeball was using her. Sprite told her that no one says “I love you” faster than a man who needed a place to live, but it didn’t matter. Her mother claimed to be happier than she ever was.

Sprite planned on having enough money saved, by the end of the year, to move out of her mom’s place and get a little apartment of her own. Between her new job at the accounting firm and working at the bar, she was well on her way. Every night, she’d stick her tip money in a coffee tin that she hid under her bed, and it was almost full.

“What can I get you?” she asked the guy who was still standing on the other side of the bar smiling at her. Guys hit on her all the time, but she had one very strict rule while working at the bar—no dating any of the Royal Bastards. If things went south between her and one of the club members, she’d feel weird about going in to tend bar.

“A beer and your number,” the guy said. She had to give him an A for effort. Poor thing was really trying. She was going to hate letting him down about not giving him her number. The guy was hot and just her type if she was being honest with herself.

“I can give you a beer, but my number is something that I don’t give out,” she said. “It’s nice of you to ask though.”

He barked out his laugh, garnering attention from the other guys sitting at the bar. “There ain’t nothing nice about me, honey,” he said.

“Name’s Sprite, not honey,” she said. The guy had the nerve to roll his eyes at her as he took the beer that she handed him. She thought he might mingle with the rest of the guys in the back of the room, but he sat up at the bar instead.

“I’m Chains,” he said as if she had asked. “So, why don’t you give out your number?” he asked. “You do have a cell phone, right?”

“Of course, I have a cell phone,” she said. “I don’t give out my number because I don’t date guys in the club.”

“Why not? You not into bikers?” he asked.

Now it was Sprite’s turn to laugh. “I am a biker and I’m part of your sister club, the Royal Harlots. I do date bikers, just not ones from this club.”

“Why the hell not?” he growled.

“Have you ever heard the saying that you shouldn’t shit where you eat?” she asked.

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