Page 89 of Tusk's Fury

Six Months Later

The clubhouse is cleaner than I’ve ever seen it. Freshly swept concrete, a line of folding chairs set up in neat rows, and string lights crisscrossing overhead like some kind of damn fairy tale. Tusk had argued for weeks about having the wedding here, and I’d finally given in. After everything we’d been through I’d just wanted a simple courthouse wedding, just us—but because standing here surrounded by leather, laughter, and the rumble of bikes made me realize this is home.

Our home, with all of our family and friends.

Tusk stands at the front, looking mouth-wateringly good in a black dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves, tight dark jeans, and his cut over his broad shoulders. The smile on his face when he spots me stepping out of the clubhouse makes my knees weak.

My grandmother fusses with my dress—a simple white sundress with a short train that flutters in the breeze. I was so happy that she’d come for the wedding, along with my step grandfather and my uncles. It meant so much to me to have family here. My parents still aren’t speaking to me after what happened with Silas. They blame me for his downfall. But I try and put that out of my mind and enjoy the day. Victoria is on her great grandmother’s hip, dressed in a little white lace dress, matching me. She babbles at everyone she passes like she knows she’s the star of the show.

“Ready, baby?” Queenie asks, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

I hug her tight. “Yeah, Grandma. More than ready.”

She kisses my forehead and passes Victoria over to Clara, who holds her snugly against her chest next to her and Tex’s two squirmy twins. Levi and Evan are in the next row along with all the brothers. Something catches when I look out at the sea of happy faces. I was always envious when a brother got married, always desperate to find my own happy ending. I knew back then I was a bitch, and I’m lucky that Siege is such an understanding president because anyone else would have thrown me out long ago. It’s funny how life changes you, Tusk made me into the woman I was always meant to be.

The music starts—not some cheesy wedding march, butSimple Manby Lynyrd Skynyrd, and it somehow feels perfect.

I walk myself down the aisle.

No father figure for me today, no old ghosts hanging over this moment. Just me, walking towards the man who loved me when I was wild, taken me back when I was broken, and stood by me when the whole world tried to pull us apart.

Rigs waits at the front, wearing a black button-down and jeans. His hair is slicked back, and his usual rough-around-the-edges grin is replaced by something more serious. He’s officiating at our ceremony, much like he does with all the other club weddings. I catch his eye and he gives me a wink and a thumbs up. I smile back, thankful for the moment of levity, then my eyes go to Tusk again and my breath catches.

As I approach Tusk, he reaches for my hand immediately, pulling me close like he can’t stand another second apart.

Rigs’ voice is steady as he speaks. “We’re gathered here today, not because it’s tradition, not because it’s expected, but because two people found something rare. Real love. The kind that fights back when life tries to tear it apart.”

Around us, the brothers of the Savage Legion and Sons of Rage watch with quiet smiles, beers in hand, a few kids sitting on laps. Tusk’s sons, Jack, Roan, Robbin, and Charlie all stand beside Clara, trying their best to look serious and not fidget.

Rock stands with Queenie, one arm around her waist, his face serious but his eyes are warm.

Rigs keeps going. “Marriage ain’t easy. It ain’t clean or simple. It’s messy. It’s loyalty. It’s getting up every day and choosing each other again. And from what I’ve seen from these two— they’ve already been through the fire together. Ain’t no doubt in my mind they’re gonna make it.”

Tusk turns to face me fully, his big hand cradling mine.

Rigs nods at him. “Say your vows, brother.”

Tusk clears his throat, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of my hand.

“Brittany,” he says, his voice deep and steady, “when I found you, I found the piece of my soul I didn’t even know was missing. You’re fierce and brave and beautiful, and you gave me the greatest gifts — your love, your trust, our daughter, and our future.”

He pauses, getting a little choked up.

“I promise to protect you, stand beside you, and raise our kids with you. I’ll be your rock when you’re tired, your strength when you’re scared, and your biggest fan when you’re chasing your dreams. I love you, and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it every damn day.”

My vision blurs with tears.

Rigs gives me a small, encouraging nod. “Your turn, darlin’.”

I take a deep breath.

“Wade,” I began, using his real name because it feels right in this moment, “you loved me when I didn’t even love myself. You saw something good in me when everyone else saw a lost cause. You gave me a home, a family, and a future worth fighting for.”

I squeeze his hand.

“I promise to stand with you through every high and every low. To raise our kids together, to fight for us when it’s hard, and to laugh with you when it’s easy. I love you with everything I have, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life by your side.”

Tusk’s grip tightens on my hand, and I see his eyes glistening.

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