Page 7 of Pit's Salvation

Justice backed away, shaking his head. “No, Mama. Just someone who doesn’t understand the word ‘no.’ I’ll take care of it.”

Pit had no idea what Justice had done now, but at least for a little while, he’d relaxed before the main event.

“Bluff Creek’s here, and it looks like it’s both chapters. I see Brew along with his President, Bootstrap,” his mom whispered.

He and his mom walked toward the Shields and the rest of the group to welcome them.Please let this go okay.He was deferring to his future wife instead of trying to control everything. She knew her family best. He hoped.

Ariel had decided that biker chick chic was how she was meeting all of Pit’s family and friends. She knew Pit’s group had women hanging around the clubhouse. She’d heard one of the guys refer to the women who stayed at the club as Sirens. Pit had explained that although he hadn’t availed himself of them since they’d got together, he had previously. They treated the Sirens differently, though. The girls couldn’t just come live there. They had to have a plan for a job or already hold an outside job. The club would help them with college or technical school if they wanted to attend. The Sirens were also required to help with cleaning and cooking. Pit had mentioned his mom and aunt had decided to change their jobs when the club was rebuilding.

She rode up to the clubhouse gates on her motorcycle. The prospect at the gate waited until she stopped. She flipped up her face shield so he could see her face.

“I’m here for the party.”

“Name?” he asked.

“Ariel.”

At her name, he straightened. She had to admit she’d only given her first name as a little test to see if Pit had impressed on the guys who she was. He’d passed with flying colors, which she’d known he would.

“Pit said you can pull around right there and park.” The prospect indicated the place beside where she could see Pit’s bike parked. He seemed to know her pretty well. The place beside his bike wasn’t big enough for her SUV to park. She nodded at the prospect and rode toward the spot. She backed her bike in and then shut her down.

“I’ve got this,” Ariel muttered to herself. Now she was freaking resorting to pep talks. She’d gone over fifty different ways to tell her parents who her man was, but she still didn’t know which way to go. They all had the possibility of creating a scene, so she’d wait until she walked in to see what felt right. She left her helmet on her seat. If anybody touched it, she’d teach them a lesson, but she wasn’t worried. Pit kept everyone in line.

It was now or never. She shook her hair out and then threw her shoulders back. Time to claim her man. She strode around the edge of the clubhouse, moving through the different people hanging around. She recognized all the members because she’d familiarized herself with them. Pit was standing by her dad and brothers. Not only had Brew made it but it looked like most of the guys from Cider Creek had come too. Well, that settled it. She was going for the all-out drama. She smiled and walked toward them. Her dad and brothers smiled but were looking behind her. When she got closer, she could tell they were getting a little irritated that they couldn’t see anyone. When she was a couple feet away, she smiled at Pit and ran, jumping up into his arms. He caught her, but she didn’t give him time to say anything. She plastered her lips against his, then tilted her head and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. No one would misunderstand what she was screaming with her actions.

At the cheering and wolf whistles, she pulled away a little, leaning her forehead against his.

“Honey, I’m home,” she said.

Pit grinned. “Yes, you are.”

Keeping her in his arms, Pit turned toward her family.

“We’ve been together for three months, and she is everything to me. She’ll be my wife, my Ol’ Lady, my partner, and my salvation.”

His words meant the world to her. He wasn’t a man for fancy talk or talking about his emotions. It was hard for him, but for her, he’d bared his soul to her family and his.

War sputtered, “What? How? When? What the hell?”

Ariel laughed. “Do you really want to know how?” she asked.

Brew was grinning ear to ear. Roam was standing by her mom. He winked at her. She’d known he’d support whatever she wanted. He called her weekly or every other week just to check in.

Baron walked over and laid his hand on her shoulder. “You look so happy. If he is the man that puts that look on your face, then I guess I have another son.”

Pit cleared his throat and then nodded. “Thanks, Baron. That means a lot to me. Sugar, do you want to hop down, and I can make it official for everyone to see?”

“Sugar! Why is she not hitting you for calling her that?” War asked.

“Because he says I’m sweet as sugar and strong as steel.” Ariel unwrapped her legs from Pit and slid down to stand by him.

Pit motioned to Justice, and Justice whistled loudly to get everyone’s attention. Not that she thought it was needed. She and Pit had been the spectacle everyone was watching.

“Ariel, you’ve given me hope. Will you be my Ol’ Lady?” Pit asked.

“Yes.”

Pit slipped the cut on her. The back had the Saint’s Outlaws MC logo. The front of hers had Pit’s Salvation. She turned back to him, and he was down on one knee.

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