Page 118 of Bullet

“The last gift is from all of us.”

“Wait for me,” Levi hollered as she peed.

We all took another shot. Pippa fixed my hair and makeup. Nothing could be done about the sticky and damp state of my panties, the flush of color in my cheeks, or the rampant racing of my heart. The alcohol only seemed to heighten my anticipation.

Levi hurried back into the room. “Okay, ready.”

Hana handed me a large box wrapped in beautiful shimmering paper and tied with a white ribbon.

With the box on my lap, I lifted the lid. My fingers trembled as I ran them over the center of the leather cut. Property of Bullet.

I carefully lifted the leather cut from the box and clutched it to my chest.

My life wouldn’t just be with Bullet. I was getting these girls, my girls. The MC was family, and I was becoming part of it.

“If you cry again, there will be no fixing you.”

I laughed through my tears. “I’m ready to get married.”

Bullet

Harleys packed the parking lot, and fire sparked in the oil drum. Ribs and chicken cooked in the smokers, and side dishes filled the tables. Inside the Heller Raiders MC, the party was buzzing.

Rogue placed another shot of whiskey in front of me. “For the guy who swore never to give up whores.”

Torch lifted his beer. “For trading pimping and prostitutes for marriage and monogamy.”

Kodiak smiled. “Here’s to never having my dick compared to his again.”

A round of cheers went up. These were my friends, my brothers. No fucking judgments that we were getting married too soon or that I’d fuck this up with Stormy.

Steele lifted his shot. “As someone recently released from the institution of marriage—”

“Fuck off.” Kodiak slugged Steele in the shoulder. “No shit relationship stories on the day Bullet throws on the chains.”

“I was just going to say that when you’re with the right woman, marriage is an institution, but the wrong woman will make it an asylum.”

Blade tossed back another shot. “If you need advice on communicating with women, talk to Torch. A good woman just needs discipline.”

Dozer laughed. “Nah, that’s not discipline. He has to tie Gabi down to get her to listen.”

“At least she listens.” Rogue leaned back in his chair. “Jazzy’s a fucking natural disaster waiting to happen.”

Romeo toked on a joint. “I willingly hand my balls to Levi. I let her do the talking. I’d rather her ride my mouth.” He exhaled a stream of smoke and passed the joint. “She looks all sweet and innocent. But fuck that mouth of hers turns me inside out. I can’t get enough of it.”

Rogue slapped his hand onto my shoulder. “I’m happy for you. The guys and I were talking about something we could do for you and Stormy to celebrate. We thought we’d do a charity ride for the domestic violence center.”

I stared into the face of my best friend. We’d ridden together, fought together, joined the MC together, and we’d even fucked around with girls together, but this was more than our years of brotherhood. This was doing something for my girl. “Fuck, yeah.”

“Good.”

Bikers, old ladies, and friends of the MC filled the chapel. Tables and chairs had been pushed to the edges. Standing room only.

There was no organization to the chaos. Laughter and chatter echoed through the room, and Cruz still poured beer and mixed drinks behind the bar with Blue.

I hated that Blue and I had lost something between us. He blamed himself for Kiss relapsing and going back to the streets. And I blamed myself. Neitherone of them should’ve been at Indulgence. I could’ve done more for her. For Blue, I should have.

Hana’s whistle pierced the air. “She’s ready.”

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