Page 66 of Claimed By The Club
Frost shakes his head. “Not just you. Us. A place that fits all four of us, no cramped hideaways, no borrowed spaces.” He gestures at the wide porch. “Plenty of room for expansions if we need it. We each have a stake in it, but it’s under your name. We trust you that much.”
My heart throbs with gratitude so fierce it’s almost painful. I clutch the key, scanning the home’s exterior, noticing thoughtful details like a wraparound porch for late-night talks, wide windows that welcome the desert sunrise, and sturdy wallsthat proclaim permanence. After everything we endured, a permanent home feels like a miracle.
I manage a shaky whisper. “This is incredible. I don’t know what to say.”
Ghost brushes my cheek, voice low. “Say you’ll live with us. Full time.”
Another wave of tears. “Yes, of course I will.” Overcome with emotion, I throw my arms around the nearest man—Frost—then pull Ghost and Viper in. They converge in a group hug that’s awkward but perfect, laughter blending with my teary smiles. The club members in the distance whoop and cheer, apparently in on the secret. My cheeks burn, but I don’t care. I cling to the men who risked everything to give me more than just safety—a family.
Frost gently pries me free, clearing his throat. “There’s… one more thing.”
I blink, glancing at each man. “More?”
Viper grins, an uncharacteristic hint of nerves in his expression. He slips a small box from his jacket. “Figured we’d do this properly. We might not all be able to marry you legally, but…” He opens the box, revealing a ring. “Frost is signing the official docs, but Ghost and I wrote our own vows. We want you to be ours in every way—and we’ll be yours.”
My hand flies to my mouth, breath stalling. “You want to… marry me?”
Frost nods, taking the ring from Viper with careful hands. “Only one can legally sign as spouse, but we decided I’ll be the official name on the certificate. Ghost and Viper will stand with me as we vow to you. You vow to all of us. Like a wedding but… unorthodox.”
Ghost’s lips curve softly. “We’ll have a ceremony right here, among the people we trust.”
My eyes brim with fresh tears. “I… yes. Yes, please.” My voice cracks, excitement mingling with disbelief. “I never dreamed of a normal wedding, but this is better than anything I imagined.”
Viper slips behind me, pressing a tender kiss to my temple. “We can do it soon. Maybe not a massive spectacle, but the club wants to celebrate.”
Frost takes my hand, sliding the ring onto my finger. It’s a simple but elegant band, a faint glint in the desert sun. He and Ghost exchange a small nod, each man looking visibly relieved that I’m not balking. My own chest feels like it might burst from the intensity of my happiness.
I close my eyes, inhaling the dusty breeze, letting the reality sink in. We have a home, we have each other, and we’re forging a love that defies rules and traditions. My entire being floods with gratitude. “Yes,” I whisper again, gazing at the ring’s shine, “I’ll marry you, and I’ll vow to all three of you.”
Ghost and Viper exhale, tension giving way to bright smiles. The clum members emerges from behind the fence, applause rippling. Axel whistles, grinning from ear to ear. Marian stands next to him, bandaged but upright, tears shining in her eyes. I wave, voice quivering with laughter and emotion. “You all planned this?”
Marian half-laughs, half-sobs, stepping closer. “Guilty. I promised these three idiots I’d help if it meant you’d stay forever.” She winks, tapping her side. “Bullet holes and all, I keep my word.”
I rush to hug her, ignoring the ache of her healing body. She squeezes me back gently, murmuring congratulations. The onlookers cheer, the swirl of dust and cheers forming a kaleidoscope of love. My tears are unstoppable now, but they’re tears of unfiltered joy.
Frost and Ghost drift forward, each placing a hand at my back, while Viper reclaims his spot at my side. We stand in acircle—four hearts that found solace in the unlikeliest union. The final image of us together, arms linked, rings bright under the sun, cements the knowledge that we’re not just an MC with a new approach; we’re a family choosing each other every day.
Two WeeksLater
The day of our small wedding dawns crisp and bright. We gather near the new ranch house, the porch decked in modest decorations—white ribbons, desert flowers, and a small arch that some of the men built from spare wood. A local officiant stands by, raising an amused brow at the unusual arrangement. The entire club has assembled, along with a handful of trusted allies. No Reapers, no hidden traitors. Just friends.
I wear a simple lace dress—nothing extravagant, but it flows around me in the breeze, evoking a sense of real bridal joy. Frost stands at one end of the arch, looking surprisingly handsome in a clean black shirt and dark jeans. Ghost and Viper flank him, each wearing matching attire, exuding their unique brand of quiet confidence and playful smirk. As I walk down a short aisle with Marian on my arm, I catch the awe lighting in each of their gazes.
The officiant does a short introduction. We exchange rings—I place Frost’s on his finger for the legal binding, but also give Viper and Ghost matching bands as a symbol of our shared vow. People watch with curiosity and an undercurrent of support. I sense no judgment, only acceptance and well wishes.
Frost, typically stoic, delivers a vow about standing by me as both partner and President of the MC, ensuring my dreams flourish with their unwavering loyalty. His eyes glisten, a rare vulnerability he doesn’t hide. Ghost’s vow is quietly powerful, fewer words, but every syllable resonates with a heartfelt pledge to protect me from harm and from my own doubts. Viper’s vowis last, humor lacing his tone, promising to keep me smiling, to hold me when storms come, to love me with unyielding devotion. Each vow slices through my defenses, tears tracking my cheeks freely.
When it’s my turn, I grip their hands—Frost’s, Ghost’s, and Viper’s—gazing at each man in turn. My voice trembles. “I don’t have standard vows. I just know I can’t be the woman I am without you three. You saved me from my darkest hour, gave me a home, let me stand as your equal. I vow to love you, challenge you, build a life with you that’s real. I vow to hold each of your hearts, no matter how complicated it gets.”
A hush lingers. Then the officiant pronounces the legal union, but also acknowledges the spiritual bond uniting all four of us. Applause explodes, cheers rising from the club. We seal it with a wild mixture of kisses—first Frost, the official spouse, then Ghost and Viper, each claiming my lips in turn while onlookers whoop. I blush, laughter tumbling out as they press close, our arms tangling in an unorthodox group embrace. This is our truth, our new beginning.
The reception flows into a casual outdoor barbecue. The men pass around beers, a small band strums tunes, and the dusty yard resonates with the warmth of found family. I drift among the crowd, hugging each well-wisher, accepting compliments on my dress, and reveling in the knowledge that no secret threat lurks beyond the fence. Frost stands by my side for a while, then wanders off to talk business with a local official. Ghost disappears to ensure security is tight. Viper cracks jokes with me, snagging us plates of food. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
Later, as twilight glazes the sky in purples and oranges, I slip away from the main cluster, stepping toward the veranda. I watch the men gather in conversation near a cluster of picnic tables—Frost exuding calm leadership, Ghost quietly absorbingdetails, Viper sparking the occasional joke. My heart clenches at the sight. They’re my husbands, my protectors, my equals. This love no longer feels forbidden but perfectly right.
They notice me standing alone, and each man breaks from the conversation, crossing the yard. When they reach me, I sense a wave of protective energy. Frost loops one arm around me, Ghost brushes a tender fingertip across my cheek, and Viper tilts my chin, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. The backdrop is the desert sky, shimmering with possibility. My chest overflows with gratitude.
I speak in a hushed voice, mindful of the party behind us. “Thank you,” I whisper. “For giving me a family, for letting me be part of yours.”
