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I don’t wait for Jasper to finish his words before tugging Ariella toward me and slamming my mouth to hers.

My woman.

My wife.

Never in a million years did I imagine I’d find someone to spend forever with. Our paths were never meant to cross. She was too perfect for me. I was too broken for her.

The real world would see our age difference, upbringing, and social statuses and threaten to keep us apart. The real world can fuck off because a little thing called fate was always making way for two people who needed each other to find a way.

Ariella and I sign a piece of paper Ofelia printed out twenty minutes before securing our future to one another. Somehow, Louie convinces us all to shotgun a can of Modelo, and Chunks puts on a Taylor Swift song for our first dance.

“One dance Princess, and then we’re leaving this shit hole,” I whisper into her ear.

“Yes, Sir.” She beams, wrapping her arms around me.

When the song ends, Ofelia offers to watch Guapo so I can show Ariella the surprise.

The shit faces decorated the bike while Ari and I danced. Cans are tied to the back of the bike with a “Just Married” sign.

I sit Ari on my bike and drop to my knees. She panics and looks around.

“Nero,” she chastises me.

“Calm down, Princess. There are traditions we must hold up to.”

I dive under the skirt of her dress until I find the garter and use my teeth to drag it down her leg. When I emerge from underneath, the guys shout and scream.

They shout our fight song, I turn, and I toss it into the crowd. Louie jumps up and catches it!

“Hell ya! I’m next.”

Jasper takes it from him and slaps him across the head.

“You can’t even wipe your ass.” He mumbles.

Ari laughs contagiously. I lift her to face me and set us back on the bike. She wraps her arms and legs around me, and I take off up the hill.

“Where are we going?” She shouts over the air, beating against us.

“Home,” I reply.

All the money I had been saving to help Tala was not wasted. I drive up the long driveway to the house I purchased on the top of the hill, looking over the clubhouse.

The other houses were under construction for the other members, but I’d spent the last week making sure this was fully furnished. I stop the bike when I reach the driveway. Ari releases me from her embrace.

“Hold on,” I say, covering her eyes with my hand.

Helping her off the bike, I turn her to face the soft pink house in front of her. I drop my hand, and she gasps.

“What is this?” she says, taking in the house.

“It’s our home, Princess,” I say, earning a wide smile from Ari.

“I love it.” She cries.

Taking my face in her hands, she presses her lips to mine. Prying my lips apart with her tongue, she deepens the kiss. She pauses and breaks away from me, the lust in her eyes taking over.

“Fuck me. Right here, on your bike. Inourdriveway.”

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