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Ivy then dropped another bombshell. While she claimed the position as President, she would be taking one of theVia Daemoniaas her VP.

Everyone turned to Angel, who promptly shook her head. “Don’t look at me. I have two kids and an ol’ lady at home. I can’t hit the road full time.”

That was when Scissors stood up. “After we return from our honeymoon, Sissy and I will be joining Ivy. Sissy can work remotely and is looking forward to traveling.” Looking down the table at her stunned soon-to-be father-in-law, Scissors said, “I’m not taking her away from you. Since the club Ivy wants to build is nomadic, we still need a home base. With the partnership between the two clubs, Steel’s offering Mount Grove to be that base for as long as we want. Plus,” she added with a bit of a coy smile, “eventually we’re going to need time at home when we start popping out some rug rats, and of course, they’ll need bonding time with their grandpa.”

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Once Tally approvedof the three-dimensional model of their future home that their architect built for them, construction started. Cage’s goal was to have the structure built prior to winter and then they could work on the interior once the weather turned.

None of the modular homes were to Tally’s liking, so their house was being built from scratch. No one was complaining about Tally and Scar living in the clubhouse for the next several months because Tally kept them well fed. The only issue was when Scar woke up to find Tally already in the kitchen cooking for his brothers. Then he would come out, generally without clothes on, to throw Tally over his shoulder and take her back to their apartment, regardless of who was in the clubhouse or what Tally was in the middle of doing.

Scar was not sleeping a full eight hours. He didn’t think he ever would, but he wassleeping, and that in and of itself was an improvement. Some nights, it was less than an hour, while others, it was over two. Dr. Rutenberg stressed not to push it, but he also encouraged Scar to remain in bed while Tally slept. It kept Scar calm, and perhaps he would go back to sleep.

Tally fit in with the club like she’d been born and raised amongst them. Once the brothers got past some uncertainties of how to act around her due to her blindness, they treated her just as they would any other ol’ lady.

With one exception: they were constantly challenging Tally to a fight.

They were, of course, skeptical upon first hearing Tally’s claims that she was trained in combat. Outside of comic books, they’d never really heard of such a thing. Which then led to a demonstration and then to near-daily challenges.

Tally rarely lost, and accepted the times she did with grace. Ghost was one of the few who actually provided her with a challenge, so she enjoyed working out with him. One of the external buildings to the clubhouse was a garage where most of the club stored their bikes during the winter or did maintenance. The back part of the garage had recently been converted into a gym with weightlifting equipment and even a sparring mat.

Many of the brothers did not participate in these challenges, though that did not stop them from enjoying the show of Tally whooping some ass. The one fight everyone kept rooting for, though, was between Tally and Scar.

“It’d be likeDaredevilmeets the Grim Reaper!”

Scar finally agreed, but would not fight her with an audience. Which was how, one August afternoon, Tally found herself flat on her back on the sparring mat, the two sections of her walking cane rolling away from her, and Scar overtop of her. Her arms were pinned over her head.

She felt his lips touch her temple and then travel down to her ear. The question, when it came, was hoarse. It wasn’t loud, a spectacle for all to hear, nor was it completely painless. Her heart nearly burst at the words, knowing the sacrifice it had taken for him to utter them. Though phrased as a question, it really wasn’t one, because how could she refuse when this wonderfully damaged man owned her heart, body, and soul.

“Marry me?”

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