Page 62 of Claimed By The Club
Ghost saunters over, quiet as ever, but a faint smile touches his lips. “You guys did good. This was overdue.”
Sierra laughs softly, letting me see the sparkle in her eyes. “I couldn’t have done it alone.”
Frost joins us, crossing his arms. “Now we follow through. No half measures. The men are counting on us.”
Sierra nods. “I won’t let them down.”
I exchange a look with Ghost and Frost, feeling the intangible sense of solidarity weaving between us. Sierra's our driving force for this new direction, but we stand by her, fully invested. She rescued us from a spiral of endless violence and taught us how to carve out a legitimate presence without losing who we are at heart.
In the hush that follows, I turn to her, brushing a feather kiss to her forehead. “Your show,” I tease, “but we’re right behind you, no matter how many brand deals or expansions you wrangle.”
She beams, leaning into my side. Frost and Ghost share a quiet nod, acknowledging we’re on the cusp of something. This is the beginning of a new era for Renegade Cross—less bloodshed, fewer betrayals, more emphasis on loyalty and legitimate growth. We don’t expect it to be smooth, but it can’t be worse than what we’ve endured.
Sierra lifts her chin, confidence and relief mingling in her eyes. “All right, let’s do this. Bit by bit.”
We’ve overcome traitors, Reapers, and personal demons. Now the club moves forward together, forging a home that’s as real as anything I’ve ever known. And at the center of it all stands the woman who changed our outlook, blazing a path from chaos to hope.
I tighten my arm around her waist, feeling her warmth, hearing the murmur of approval still drifting from the men in the corners. The future might still carry hidden thorns, but for now, we’re starting fresh. My heart soars at the thought of building that future with her—and with the entire MC at ourbacks. This is more than a happy ending. It’s the start of a life we never dared imagine.
21
SIERRA
Istand at the threshold of my safe house bedroom, feeling both thrill and trepidation dance through my veins. The past days have been a whirlwind—final negotiations with the Reapers, a new plan for the club’s future, loose ends tied up, and the shocking realization that I’m truly free. My ex-partner’s betrayal no longer haunts me every minute, and the MC has formed a cautious peace that means I can step forward without peering over my shoulder. Yet, here I am, heart pounding in my chest, about to open a new door in my life more momentous than any deal I’ve struck or crisis I’ve survived.
Viper stands just behind me, his light touch on my lower back a silent invitation to stay calm. On the far side of the room, Ghost waits in the shadows, arms folded, pale-gray eyes quietly revealing the depth of emotion he won’t always voice. Near the small dresser, Frost lingers, carrying that cool authority in his posture, but I see tension in his clenched jaw. All three watch me with a mixture of concern and fierce devotion. They’re waiting for me to set the tone, to decide if we’re truly ready to cross this line together—no secrets, no threats, no fear. Tonight, we affirm what we’ve been dancing around for months.
A lamp on the bedside table casts a soft glow, illuminating the battered walls. This place has seen storms and bloodshed, but tonight it’s our sanctuary from chaos. I press a hand to my collarbone, inhaling deeply. My voice comes out in a nervous whisper. “We’ve been through so much. I never believed we’d have a moment like this—safe, undisturbed.”
Viper’s fingers shift to my arm. “We deserve it,” he says gently, a warmth radiating from his words. “You deserve it most of all.”
I turn slowly, facing them, searching each pair of eyes. Frost tries to keep an unruffled stance, but I catch the flicker of longing under his composure. Ghost stands at the periphery, stony as usual, except for the slight softening in his features. Viper’s expression is open, hopeful, a little playful. My pulse thrums with the awareness that these three men, so different, have each carved a place in my heart.
I swallow, stepping into the room fully. “I… I don’t know where to start,” I admit, voice trembling. “It never occurred to me that I’d find one love, let alone three. But I also know how the club stands on loyalty, and I don’t want to upset the balance you share.”
Frost exhales, crossing the floor. When he reaches me, he lifts my chin, eyes reflecting a tenderness that surprises me. “We’ve agreed to this for a while,” he murmurs, voice low. “We might get jealous or confused sometimes, but we decided you’re worth navigating those feelings. We want you.”
“We’re all in,” Viper confirms, circling around to my other side. He places a warm hand at my waist. “We’ve had enough near-misses. It’s time we let you know exactly how deep our devotion goes.”
Ghost remains near the dresser, arms unfolding. He steps closer, gaze never leaving mine. “I can’t let you go,” he says, voicea quiet revelation. “And I refuse to let that be a problem between us. If sharing is what it takes, then we’ll do it—together.”
Emotion overwhelms me. “And I love each of you,” I whisper, gaze flicking from one man to the next. “This is so new to me, but I can’t walk away. You’ve shown me a loyalty that nobody else ever gave me. Not even in my old life.”
A hush settles as they absorb my words. Then, Frost gently pulls me into his arms, pressing his forehead to mine. Viper brushes a gentle kiss to my shoulder, and Ghost stays near enough to place a hand at my back, his presence reassuring. My breath hitches under the onslaught of closeness. The remains of my old anxieties flutter in my chest, but the thrill of acceptance warms me more.
Finally, Frost’s mouth finds mine, a firm yet tender kiss that sparks a low ache of want in the pit of my stomach. I grip the lapels of his cut, returning the kiss with mounting urgency, relieved that for once, no looming threat tears us apart. Meanwhile, Viper’s fingers skim my arm, a comforting stroke that sends electricity through my nerves. Ghost hovers, giving us a moment before stepping in, his quiet intensity brimming just beneath the surface.
Viper slips behind me, sliding his arms around my waist, leaning in to kiss the curve of my neck. My senses reel at the dual sensations: Frost’s lips molding to mine and Viper’s heated mouth trailing along my skin. A soft moan escapes me, and Frost deepens the kiss, his hands at my waist as if to anchor me. Goosebumps skitter across my arms.
Ghost edges closer, resting a hand on my shoulder. I pull back from Frost, chest heaving, and look at Ghost. Unspoken desire simmers behind his guarded expression, and I reach for him, hooking a hand around his neck to draw him in. Our mouths meet in a different but equally scorching kiss. He cupsmy cheek, thumb stroking gently, balancing his fierce want with surprising care.
Viper’s breath warms my ear. “You sure you’re ready for this, sweetheart?” His question resonates, mindful of any lingering reservations.
I nod, struggling to form words with the whirlwind of sensations flooding me. “Yes,” I whisper. “I want this. I want all of you.”
Frost steps away momentarily, shrugging out of his leather cut, laying it carefully aside. Ghost does the same, methodical as always. Viper helps me out of my jacket, a grin tugging at his lips when he sees the flush creeping up my neck. His fingers glide over the waistband of my jeans, a gentle tug hinting at more to come. My pulse stutters. We’ve never done this with all three present at once. The raw anticipation feels like standing at the edge of a new world.
They usher me to the bed, an old but comfortable piece of furniture we’ve used for stolen moments before. Now, there’s nothing stolen about it—this is ours to claim without fear. I sink onto the mattress, and they surround me, each man offering a distinct vibe that merges into an intoxicating blend. My heart drums, and a tremulous laugh escapes my lips.
