Page 73 of The Biker's Forbidden Virgin

All of us are in good spirits.

The whole family is together.

I've even let Phoenix stay for now. I don't know if I'm going to let him do a prospect run, but he's shown that he can be useful to the club. I'll find somewhere for him to help us.

"It's fucking over." I growl out and hold Nisa tighter to me.

She snuggles into my chest and smiles against me.

We've spent so long just fighting against Marc and everyone else trying to rip us apart, to finally have her in my arms and not have to worry about anyone coming for her is like finally being able to breathe again.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready to release some of this tension." Lash tilts his head from side to side, stretching out the muscles.

"I was hoping you would say something like that." Virus waggles his eyebrows before he rushes to the front doors and pulls it open.

A line of girls come strolling in. All of them trusted sweetbutts.

Of course, this is how they want to relieve stress.

If I wasn't so sure that Nisa was hurting right now, I'd have her over my shoulder and on the way to the bedroom myself. I can wait. I've got all the time in the world.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Spike shouts and hops off the stool.

"Cross, turn on some music. Let's party." I order him, and he rushes to do what I ask.

Seconds later, the club is bumping with loud music and my brothers are all busy entertaining the various women that have come to please them.

The bass thumps low and steady, vibrating through the floorboards of the clubhouse. Laughter and shouting mix with the sharp clinking of bottles, the air thick with booze, sweat, and the familiar musk of leather and danger. This is how we celebrate, loud, reckless, and wild.

But right now, none of it matters.

Nisa leans into me, her body close, her breath warm against my ear. Mine. She’s mine.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice barely cutting through the noise. “For all of it. For the trouble, for the danger. I never wanted to bring any of this on you.” Her fingers curl around my wrist, squeezing tight. “I don’t care what happens next, Leo. I’m yours. Completely. Forever.”

I breathe in deep, my fingers flexing against the cool glass of my beer. She has no fucking idea how much I needed to hear that.

I shift, turning to face her fully, brushing my knuckles along her cheek. Her dark eyes hold mine, searching, waiting.

“I’m the one who should be sorry,” I murmur. “I spent so long denying what was right in front of me, holding ontoa promise that didn’t mean shit compared to you.” My jaw tightens. “I knew from the beginning, Nisa. You were meant to be mine.”

Her lips part, but I don’t give her a chance to say anything else. I pull her into me, capturing her mouth in a kiss that’s been a long time coming. She melts against me, soft and warm, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I let myself breathe.

The party roars on around us, but my mind drifts back to the last big party we had here. The drinks were flowing, the music loud, just like now. But by the end of that night, there was blood on the floor. A body cooling in the dark.

I push the thought away, swallowing hard. Not tonight. No disasters. No death. Just one good fucking night.

And then the door slams open.

The room goes still, like someone just cut the music. Every head turns.

Jayne.

She stands in the doorway, shoulders tense, eyes wild and desperate. The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across her face, making the bruises on her arms look darker.

Spike stiffens beside me, his beer frozen halfway to his mouth.

“Jayne?” His voice barely carries over the silence, confusion etched into his face.

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