Page 37 of Viva Wed Vegas

My mouth drops open. “How do you—” I begin to ask.

“We know all about you and the Black Hearts MC,” she states, pausing. “These men are coming with us.” She looks down at the officers with disgust.

“Who the fuck are you and what do you want?” Ghost growls in a threatening tone.

She looks at Ghost and gives him a pissed-off look, not even a flicker of fear on her face. “You would do well not to talk to me with such disrespect. The last time I let a man talk to me like that, he choked on his own testicles,” she scolds, giving Ghost a stare that says she will end him without hesitation. “Let me formally introduce myself. I am Quinn, this is Eden and Betsy,” she says, gesturing to the two female bikers at her side.

“Oh my god. I know who you are,” I breathe excitedly, practically bouncing on my feet. “You’re the Savage Sisters MC.”

Quinn gives me a nod. “We are. You have Betsy here to thank for that video exposing these assholes.” She spits down on the officers on the floor who are too scared to move or even look at her.

Betsy, the biker on the left, gives a little wave at the introduction of herself.

“SavSis3.” Alina nods with a smile.

Quinn nods in agreement. “Anyway, these two have done more than you know, and they are ours to dispose of,” she states firmly, clicking her fingers. Two men with masks jump out of the side of the van and bend down, picking up one of the officers. He begins to kick and flail about, trying to escape their hold, but Quinn just rolls her eyes and pulls out a needle from inside her pocket. She jabs it into the officer’s neck, who immediately slumps unconscious in the men’s arms.

“Just to warn you, one has definitely pissed themselves, and we think the other has shit their pants,” I state. Quinn scrunches her nose up in disgust. “Can I get your autograph?” I blurt out, feeling like a starstruck fan.

Ghost’s chest rumbles with a low chuckle behind me. I jab my elbow into his gut to shut him up and to stop him embarrassing me.

Quinn smiles, and I swear it just adds to her already stunning features. The two men come back and grab the other man, and Quinn pulls out another needle and jabs him in the neck, not even looking at him because her attention is firmly on me and the Black Hearts MC. She walks towards me and holds out a small white card for me to take. I take it, reading it.

It hasSavage Sisters MCwritten on it with a skull and roses picture above it and a number on the back.

“You or any of the club need help, call that number. Although we don’t generally offer help to men. We normally kill them instead,” she states, her lips tipping up at the corners.

“If it wasn’t my love for this man and his impressive dick, I swear I would turn lesbian for you,” I state honestly.

That has Quinn throwing her head back, laughing. “That’s one hell of a compliment.” She grins. “It’s been good meeting you, Star.” She nods before turning and walking back to the van, but before she gets in, she stops. “Look after her Ghost, or you’ll have us to answer to. That goes to all of your brothers, too,” she threatens before stepping into the van and letting the door slam shut, not even letting Ghost respond. Eden and Betsy rev their bikes, and they turn and lead the way. The van reverses out, leaving us standing there in awe.

I look down at the card in my hand and smile. Ghost turns me in his arms, and I look up at him. “I’ve never been jealous of another woman before until that moment,” he states.

“I would never leave you for another man, but Quinn? Well, she’s hot,” I tease.

Ghost grabs my chin firmly in his grasp, pressing his lips to mine, reminding me I am his as his lips and tongue control mine. I smile as he slows the kiss. “You will never leave me full fucking stop, because I will never let you fucking go.”

“I didn’t even get a pinkie finger,” Rage whines behind us.

“Fuck Rage, your dog is licking up the blood off the floor,” Beast complains.

“Good boy, Erebus,” Rage praises.

“Jesus, don’t praise him. I don’t want to get a cut, then have your bloodthirsty dog licking my wounds,” Hawk protests.

“I saw some of the women you had lick your wounds before Josie. Rage’s dog is a fucking upgrade in comparison,” Spider quips.

“Fuck, man,” Scar tuts, fighting back his laughter.

I peek to the side of Ghost and see Josie storm out, flipping the bird at Hawk as she leaves.

“Fuck, darlin’. He’s just joking. I was practically a monk before you!” Hawk yells after Josie.

“Ow, fuck,” Spider hisses. “What was that for?” he complains as he rubs the back of his head.

“For being a dick,” Nova snaps.

“Think before you speak, brother,” Acid tuts, amusement lacing his voice as they walk out.

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