Page 78 of King's Reckoning
"By the power vested in me by both MC tradition and alliance authority," Cole proclaimed, genuine joy evident in his voice, "I now pronounce you husband and wife."
The chapel resonated with energy as Reed pulled her into their first married kiss. Rowan was distantly aware of Barbara's commentary about alliance patterns and chapter unity, but none of that mattered. Not with Reed's arms around her and their future stretching bright before them.
Cheers erupted from the gathered chapters as they turned to face their assembled family, past rivalries forgotten in celebration. Iron Fists clasped hands with allied club members, the alliance bond stronger than old territory disputes.
"Perimeter still secure," King reported through the tactical channel, though his voice held more pride than professional detachment.
"The alliance might have something to do with that," Barbara added, still monitoring the complex security patterns. "Anyone would be crazy to mess with this kind of protective barrier around thechapel. Any attempt at interference would be spotted immediately."
Rowan smiled at the irony as Reed led her back down the aisle. Elena had gathered evidence to stop corporate land grabs, but that same careful documentation was now strengthening the very bonds that would prevent such theft from happening again.
Outside, the combined roar of dozens of bikes filled the air as chapters prepared for the wedding procession. Satan's Riders and King's Chosen formed precise honor guard formations, their cuts bearing patches that once marked them as enemies.
"Ready to ride?" Reed asked softly, helping her arrange her dress as Tiffany fussed with last-minute adjustments.
Rowan met his eyes, seeing everything they'd built reflected there. The alliance that had grown from careful tactical cooperation to true family. The love that had transformed legal strategy into something far more meaningful.
"With you?" She smiled as he helped her onto his bike. "Always."
The chapel pulsed with energy and celebration as they led the massive procession away. Behind them, dozens of chapters rode together, unified by bonds stronger than territory or tradition.
Elena's final gift to them all, Rowan realized. Strength in numbers, a force to be reckoned with.
Barbara's continued predictions of deepening, unbreakable bonds echoed in her ear as they rodeaway. The chapters weren't just coordinating anymore. They were creating lasting harmony where conflict once ruled.
But Rowan didn't need security data to understand what truly mattered. She felt it in Reed's solid presence as they led their family toward the future. In the thundering engines behind them representing dozens of chapters choosing to ride together.
Their bonds would reach deeper than legal evidence or protection strategies. Some connections were simply meant to be.
And as she held tight to her new husband while their massive escort thundered through the streets, Rowan smiled. Elena had gathered countless documents in creating her legal defense. Had assembled precise evidence for specific purposes.
But she couldn't have predicted this—the way careful legal strategy would evolve into something far more powerful. The way destruction would lead to rebuilding. The way rivals would become family.
The way love would transform everything.
"Forged document signatures detected in three new locations." Barbara's announcement cut through the low murmur of conversation in the alliance council chamber.
Six months after the wedding, the renovated clubhouse space had evolved into a sophisticated command center, though motorcycle parts and leather cuts still mixed freely with advanced monitoring equipment.
Rowan studied the highlighted positions on the regional tracking display, feeling a surge of determination. At her side, Reed leaned forward to examine the tactical implications, while King made notes in the secure log they maintained of all potential Blackwood revival attempts.
"Pattern analysis suggests experimental setups," Barbara continued, pulling up detailed financial records. "Someone's testing basic forgery protocols. Probably trying to see if they can bypass the legal protections."
"Let them try," Cole said from his position near the tactical screens. His Iron Fists had proven invaluable at tracking attemptsto resurrect the dangerous forgery operation. "Every failed attempt just proves Elena's documentation works exactly as designed."
"Not just works," Barbara corrected, highlighting specific data streams. "The legal precedent keeps evolving. Rowan's authenticated documents aren't just invalidating their claims anymore. They're creating legal dead zones where their tactics simply can't function."
Rowan felt Reed's hand settle on her shoulder as she processed Barbara's data. Six months of marriage had only strengthened their connection, making them an even more effective team in both personal and professional spheres.
"Show me the financial signatures from Site Three," she requested, focusing on the most sophisticated attempt. The displays shifted to show complex legal interactions that would have baffled her months ago. Now she understood them instinctively, recognizing patterns Elena had prepared her to detect.
"They're using dispersed shell companies," Barbara noted, highlighting specific money transfers. "Trying to establish forged claims through multiple small corporations instead of one central entity. Probably hoping to slip under your legal radar."
"Clever," Reed commented, studying the tactical implications. "But not clever enough. The legal challenges are already spreading through their network."
He was right. Rowan could see her mother's authenticated documentation automatically invalidating each attempted land grab. The process had become natural over months of practice, like exercising a well-developed skill.
"Iron Fists reconnaissance team confirms minimal security at all three locations," Cole reported, pulling up surveillance photos. "They look like legitimate research facilities on paper. Corporate offices, investment firms..."
