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“No,” he says sharply. “And the Devils won’t be involved. Look, Beth, Wit Sec is pretty damn good. Mostly, they only lose people when they bring themselves out of hiding. But Steph went through some shit, so we wanted to do what we could to make sure it all turned out right. You’re mine now, and part of that is looking out for family.”

“You sure you’re not bringing danger to them if they’re linked back to the Satan’s Devils?”

“Won’t be a link. Lost and the boys down south know how to fly under the radar and anyway,” he takes my now empty cup from me. “How’s about you get up and showered and we get on with our day?”

He’s excited about something I can tell. Normally he’d wake me with his cock, or his mouth, but not today. But he’s bouncing on his feet with impatience. Must be important if it’s replaced sex as the first thing on his mind.

“Okay, okay,” I say, still grumpy. “I’ll get ready. But I expect my morning sex later.”

His hand curls around my neck in that possessive way I love. “You can use my cock any time you like, babe. I’ll sacrifice my own comfort to keep my woman happy.”

I grin. “Sacrifice, eh? But why not now?”

“Because, we’ve got places to be.”

Have we indeed? But my glare doesn’t work on him and he doesn’t enlighten me. He has got me intrigued. Enough so that I have a quick shower, blow drying my hair in record time, making a note to make a hair appointment to have my hair dyed again soon as it’s faded so much.

Once I’m ready, I comment I’m hungry, so we go straight to the kitchen. I follow Ink in, then come to an abrupt halt. Whatever’s going on must involve the whole club, I hadn’t expected this many people to be around.

“Beth, hi. I made cinnamon buns. You want one?”

The question distracts me from wondering why it looks like everyone’s here. Mel gets her answer by way of a gimme gesture, and soon I’m filling my mouth with the deliciousness she’s baked. I manage a ‘mmm-mmm’ by way of thanks and to show my appreciation.

Already showing how quickly he’s learned about me, Ink’s refilling my cup and passing another cup of coffee my way.

“Ready for your big day?” Ro’s voice suddenly booms. Then when Ink glares at him, he holds up his hands and says, “Forget I said anything.” Mel bats at his arm.

Big day?What’s going on? Quickly, I finish my impromptu breakfast by sucking my fingers into my mouth and licking the sugar off carefully, not missing Ink turning away and looking like he’s adjusting his jeans. Then I say, “Okay, tell me. What’s going on?”

“Here.” Ink passes a leather jacket over. It’s new. Soft and lined. “I didn’t have time to get my patch on it, but we’ll do that in time.”

“We going for a ride?” Glancing outside I see it’s probably a cold, but dry day.

Ink chuckles. “Not exactly.”

“Oh, come on. Let’s get on with it.” Mace looks impatient. There’s a look on his face which I don’t quite trust.

Chapter Forty-One

Ink

Itoss a glare in Mace’s direction. Then give one in Pyro’s. Trust him for not keeping his mouth shut. Under the guise of them wanting to give my old lady support, I know they’re really here to see whether she’s going to crash or put a scratch on Beaver’s Sportster. I’ve far too much confidence in her for that, but it won’t help having darn near the whole club watching her, but once Liz had overheard me getting the keys from the prospect last night, word had gone around.

I know the Tucson chapter have a couple of bike-riding old ladies, but this is breaking new ground for us. Lizard seemed surprised I wasn’t concerned about the thought of my old lady having her own motorcycle as though it might be a challenge to my manhood, but I’m not at all. Instead, I hope she likes it. I can’t wait until we’re heading out onto the highway.

I’d organised this as a distraction for her after Patsy and Connor had disappeared into the sunset, so to speak. I knew she was devastated but had admiration for the way she was trying to hide it. I hoped making one of her dreams come true might make her acceptance of her new life a little easier, replace the normality she’d lost with something new.

Right now, I’m grinning at her confusion and suspicion, and can’t wait to show her the reason why everyone’s around.

“Come on.” Again, placing my hand against the small of her back, I lead her out the main door of the clubhouse. The front parking lot has been emptied, to give her the space she needs the brothers had moved their bikes around the back.

Her eyes first look at me in confusion, then at the men crowding out behind her. She clearly expected to be on the back of my Fat Bob, which isn’t out here. Instead, there’s just one bike looking forlorn without its companion.

Taking her hand, I put something in it. She looks down, squints at the object, then quizzically glances at me.

I nod toward Beaver’s ride.

He’s clearly cleaned it for her. Every bit of chrome sparkles where the weak winter sun hits it. The cherry red paint is shiny and bright.

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