Page 75 of Amy's Santa

My eyes crease.Flagstaff?

Mouse talks to me like I’m a kid, saying each word carefully. “No idea of the target, but Flagstaff’s fuckin’ hours away. If they are assembling there, there’s no way we’ll be taking a hit.”

It still takes a moment for it to sink in. Other men are faster and there are hollers and shouts. “We keep security tight,” I tell Mouse, and Hound who’s come up, my brain unable to process the threat may be removed. “Don’t want to let down our guard.”

“We won’t, Brother,” says Lost and Red together. “But some of the pressure’s off and isn’t it about time you went and got hitched?”

Well, thank fuck. As I realise the pressure has indeed lifted, my shoulders already feel lighter.

Hawk puts his hand on my back and pushes hard. I stumble forward, but turn around to him and bark a laugh. Me and my VP, getting married. Who’d have believed it?

We make quick work of stripping our clothes off and putting on those hated tuxes, Hawk’s grimace matching mine. Then we’re ready to go.

Outside, the yard has been decorated with a normal wedding arch. But there’s not much else normal about it. Instead of white or pink roses, it’s adorned all in black flowers interspersed with Harley badges and patches. Chairs, picnic tables and benches are a sea of black leather, with the women all wearing their property cuts, except for the youngsters from our chapter who are family but not otherwise associated with the club. Hawk and I go to stand at the altar, Hound’s my best man, Throttle is Hawk’s. Together we wait.

Joker says in a loud aside, “I don’t think the brides are going to turn up.”

I give him my middle finger.

Then Lady appears. Today he’s not wearing a mask, but is dressed all in black with a black satin robe, his long hair tied back with a black velvet bow. His expression is serious as he carries a solemn looking tome, placing it on a lectern. I can’t resist leaning in for a closer look. Well fuck me, it really is a Satanic bible. I crack a smile and nudge Hawk, who stares at it then laughs.

Then music starts playing.

I turn to see our brides.

Fuck me, but I’ve only got eyes for Amy. Both girls are in white, but that’s about as much as I notice about Olivia, I can only focus on the woman who’s mine. Her dress is short, just shy of indecently so. The colour might be virginal, but not the style. It suits her perfectly.

The ceremony itself passes in a blur. Lady takes his job seriously, taking us through our vows. We exchange rings, say our I dos, and then I’m married to Amy and Hawk’s wedded to Olivia.

“Are you okay?” Amy asks, as we manage to get a moment to ourselves. My face is aching from all the smiling and my back is starting to sting from all the congratulatory slaps I’ve received.

I breathe out deeply. As the hours have passed, Mouse has kept checking, but the news channels are reporting that a government office was torched up in the north of Arizona, and Mouse had caught wind that the same voices he’d found arranging the meets were now taking credit for doing so. Seems we were worrying for nothing at all. The danger having receded has obviously made me happier, but I’ve still lingering thoughts of what could have happened had we been the target. Now with my old lady to protect, that beefed up security will become a permanent arrangement.

“I’m fine,” I tell her at last.

Hawk approaches with his arm around Olivia. “We’re going to blow this joint for a few.” He catches my eye and winks.

Which seems like a fucking good idea. Maybe being deep inside my woman will help me relax.

“Think we’ll do the same, brother.” I grab hold of Amy’s hand.

But as we start to walk away, it’s Dollar who shouts out, “Someone starting a stopwatch?”

Hawk and I stop. I straighten my back, waiting.

“I’ll have thirty on Wizard.” That’s fucking Beef.

“Fifty on Hawk.” Bullet’s a fucking traitor.

“Okay,” says Rock. “Last one back obviously fucked the longest.”

Hawk turns to me with his eyebrow raised.Game on.I grin back. Then, as we turn away, I have a better idea. I wait until we’re out of sight. “When you’ve er finished, give me a call. We’ll go back together.”

“Get the last laugh.” Hawk catches on and gives me a salute.

“What was that all about?” Amy asks, as I stand trying to work out how to get that dress off her.

“Who can fuck the longest, me or Hawk? Or who can get off first?” I realise I’m not quite certain what makes who the winner.

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