Page 120 of Beautifully Reckless

His wicked grin should have been warning enough to prepare me for his next words.

“Abbey, I promise to treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my Harley.”

A laugh bubbles from my lips as the crowd starts hooting and cheering, and tears spring to my eyes.

Oh my God.

For a moment there, I thought these big, burly bikers were closet poets, what with the vows we recited, but there it is, in Ringo’s words. They are still brutes.

Funny brutes.

As hilarious as that line is, I’ll admit, it’s fitting for my monster of a man. I wouldn’t want him to say anything else.

“JD. Do you have the rings?”

Rings?

My brows shoot up, eyes snapping to Ace before JD steps forward, placing something into Ace’s open palm.

How long have they been planning this wedding without my knowledge?

Long enough to organise wedding rings, apparently.

My anger returns, but it’s short lived as Ace thanks Tups, the MC’s Secretary, for whipping them up last night.

When I glance at Ringo, he’s watching me, amusement tugging at his lips, like he knowsexactlyhow many questions are bouncing around in my brain.

“These rings have been crafted with fortified Tungsten Carbide,” Ace announces. “Symbolising strength and longevity to compliment the union of marriage. They mark the beginning of your long journey together, their circle a symbol of love without end.”

Ace opens his palm, revealing two sleek, black carbon bands. Smooth and polished, each one engraved.

Ringo takes the small one, and gives me a nod, so I take the large one and study it.

Abbey.

My name is engraved on it. Not on the inside, hidden away, but on the outside, for everyone to see. When people see it, they will know I’m his.

Taking my left hand, Ringo slowly slides the ring over the tip of my finger, his dark whiskey gaze locking with mine.

“With this ring, I thee wed.”

My breath catches at the rasp in his tone, and given the way his eyes practically drown in mine, I know he’s just as affected by what we are doing.

Slipping the ring in place, it fits so perfectly that I wonder if someone measured my ring size without me knowing.

Glancing at the ring now encircling my finger, I see Ringo’s name is engraved on it for all the world to see.

Mine.

He said that he’d claim me as his, and I guess now he truly has.

I belong to him now. I amhis propertyI guess, given the way the MC works.

With his hand extended, Ringo waits patiently for me to get my head back in the game, so I hurry and slide the large carbon band onto his finger.

“With this ring, I thee wed.”

My voice is much the same as Ringo’s, a little husky, filled with emotion I can’t seem to control.

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