Page 35 of Wrath’s Nightingale

The ladies drop us off and head off to Sevierville, to the outlet, with Havoc and Mayhem in tow. Our ladies go nowhere without protection. We’ve had one too many ol’ ladies get taken. Many of them have been through some serious shit.

Saber slaps my shoulder. “How’s it feel to be a married man, bro?”

I smile. “It feels amazing. The only thing I can’t believe is that your ugly mug is along on my honeymoon.”

“No, I’m the handsome one. You must be thinking of your identical twin, Decker.”

I grin at him. “I’d say since he looks exactly like me, he’s dead sexy.”

The brothers all laugh.

Besides my twins, Gambit, Papa, Blue, Demon, Angel, and Doc, came for the wedding and are staying for at least a week. Stormy and Nay are pregnant and can’t ride right now. Today is the perfect day for us to get some much-needed knees to thebreeze time in while our women tackle the outlet malls. There are three within an hour of where we’re staying.

“You ready, old man,” Gambit says with a chuckle and a wink.

“Let’s roll.”

Gambit turns to my brother Decker. “Road, captain, take it away.”

We mount our sleds and wait. Decker signals Gambit.

“Let’s roll, mother fuckers.”

We rev our engines and roll out. The traffic is slow for a while as we go through Pigeon Forge and then Gatlinburg heading for the mountain pass. When we hit the pass, the scenery is beautiful. I’m going to have to bring my woman through here before we leave. I gained some insight into Millie’s love of horses yesterday. I get where she loves it. It’s not as freeing as my sled. At least not for me, but I get where she’s coming from.

It takes a little over an hour to get from our cabins to Cherokee, North Carolina. I’ve been through here before, but it’s been years. Our parents came this way on vacation when we were ten. The place has changed a lot in those eighteen years. A lot of growth.

We take 19 North toward Maggie Valley. Decker showed me the loop he planned last night. At Maggie Valley we’ll hit 276 for a few miles, then 74 in a big loop, hitting several small towns before we come back to Cherokee.

The ride itself is a little over four hours. We’ll stop for lunch and a beer or two along the way. We’re wearing plain cuts today. None of us are wearing colors because we had no time to arrange with the local MCs. Out of respect, we’re flying colorless.

Millie

My ass and thighs are more tender than I’d like to admit. It’s been far too long since I’ve spent hours in the saddle. Thankfully, we soaked in the hot tub last night and I took a hot bath with Epsom salt this morning. The guys are going for a ride today while we ladies go shopping. Wrath told me that Havoc and Mayhem are going with us. They’re supposed to help carry, but I know he wants to make sure we’re protected. I think it’s sweet.

After an amazing breakfast at The Apple Barn, I stuffed my face with apple fritters and filled my bladder with applewood julep. We drop the men off at the tree houses and head to the first of three outlet malls. First stop Tanger outlet in Sevierville.

Wrath rented a party bus for the day. We could all fit into one SUV, but we need room to put our purchases. There are ten of us with the two prospects, Havoc, and Mayhem. Willow, Roman, Stormy, Nola, Nay, Nathalie, Shellie, and me.

Stormy grabs one of the poles in the bus and starts dancing. She’s hyped up on sugar. She has us all in stitches.

“That’s right, work that pole, mama,” Nay shouts.

We all burst into a fit of giggles.

“I have to work it now. My belly will be too big for me to move like this in a few months.”

“Maybe you should drag Gambit in here after we get back,” I suggest.

“You don’t mind? Don’t you want to use this for your man?”

I smile and blush. “My man says he and my ass have a date tonight.”

“Mmm. I do love being fucked in the ass,” Nay says.

“Got any tips?”

She stops and looks at me, but Roman pounces.

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