Page 98 of Property of the Hellfire Riders

She blushes, and my heart melts. “Thanks,” she mumbles, subconsciously covering her chest. “I uh, didn’t have anything else to sleep in.”

“It suits you,” Vance says, his eyes caressing her body just as mine had.

“I’d prefer you with nothing on,” Tank adds. We share a look, and I can see the same thought in their eyes: we want her. We want her and only us. An awkward moment of silence passes and I realize it’s going to be up to me to start the conversation.

“We have something for you,” I say.

“Oh?” She cocks an eyebrow with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

I take her left hand and slide the ring I had made onto her ring finger. It’s a simple band of gold, adorned with a stunning emerald-cut diamond. The stone catches the light of the bedside lamp, casting a flicker of light over her face.

“What is this?”

“We want you to be our old lady,” Vance says. “All of us.”

“Every damn inch, sunshine,” Tank replies, a possessiveness in his voice that I can relate to.

She looks at each of us, unable to hide her shock or the desire in her eyes. “I...”

“We’ve talked about this,” Tank adds, his hand resting on her shoulder. “You’re a part of us, Izzy. We want to make it official.”

Tears well up in her eyes, but they’re tears of joy. She looks down at the ring, her fingers trembling. “I... I don’t know what to say.”

“Say yes,” I whisper, my voice choked with emotion. “Say you’ll be ours, forever.”

She swallows hard, her eyes glistening with tears. “Yes,” she breathes, a smile breaking across her face. “Yes, I’ll be your old lady.”

We all embrace her. I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, unable to get enough of her.

“We’re a family now,” Vance says, his voice thick with emotion. “A real family.”

Izzy nods, her smile radiant. “I love you all so much.”

“We love you too,” I say, my heart full. “And we’ll protect you, always.”

“There’s one more thing, though,” Vance starts, opening the bedroom closet door to procure a wrapped box. “Why don’t you go ahead and open this up.”

I hand the box to Izzy, watching her delicate fingers trace the edges, her nails grazing against the paper. My eyes are glued to her as she carefully pulls back the tissue paper, revealing a bomber jacket with a patch sewn onto the back that reads 'Hellfire Riders.'

Her breath catches in her throat as she lifts the jacket from the box, and I can see the mix of emotions playing across her face.

"This is for me?" she whispers, her voice filled with awe.

I nod, smiling warmly. "It's for you."

"Try it on," Tank says, a cocky grin spreading across his face. Izzy glances at the stunning ring on her finger, then back to the jacket.

“Oh, God. Laina is going to freak out,” when I go visit her tomorrow.

We’re all watching her intently, our focus entirely on her. She’s our desire, our everything. Izzy arches her back and rises off the bed, a fluid motion that captivates us all.

“Where are you going?” Vance asks, his curiosity piqued.

“I want to see what it looks like,” she calls back, walking down the hall.

Moments later, she returns, and my heart stops. I think all of our hearts do.

There’s Izzy, standing in front of us with nothing else on but that damn jacket.

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