Page 45 of Giving It to the Biker

“There’s nothing they could have done that would ever stop me from loving you. I love you, Penny, every part of you. They couldn’t take that away from you.”

“I love you,” she said, sobbing.

“Even after what you just witnessed me do.”

She nodded. “They were going to hurt me, and you came for me. I knew you would. I was counting on you taking them out.”

He chuckled. “Always. I’ll always take care of you, and I will always fight for you. You’re my woman, Penny.”

One of his hands released her, and she frowned.

“Tonight, I was going to ask you to be my wife.”

He held a small box between them. Her hands were still cuffed together, and around his neck so she couldn’t open the box. “Will you open it for me?”

“Penny Gilmore, will you marry me?” he asked, showing her the single diamond engagement ring. It was modest, and simple, and it was all hers.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

“I got the key,” Pea said.

She stared past Rage’s shoulder at her brother-in-law. He unlocked the cuffs, and she thanked him, giving him a smile. Penny figured she must look a mess. She’d been crying so hard, and there had to be bruises. Her face was in too much pain for there not to be.

Holding her hand out for Rage, she watched as he placed the ring on her finger.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.”

He wrapped his arms around her.

“The doctor’s back at the clubhouse ready to have a look at Penny,” Saint said, pocketing his cell phone.

“I want the Doc to take a look at you.”

“Okay.” She wasn’t going to argue. Sean had done quite a bit of damage to her, and she was hurting all over. “This is going to be a weird proposal to tell the kids.”

“We’ll make it romantic for them.”

She chuckled and wrapped her arms around Rage’s neck. “Thank you.”

“Baby, you belong to me, and where you go, I will always follow. I told you, the moment you let me inside you, that moment you became mine.” She wore his mark, his jacket, and his ring.

On the way outside, Penny followed Rage to his bike, and stopped, rushing to the back of the truck.

She reached in and grabbed her leather jacket.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

“This jacket is mine, and no one is taking it away from me.” She slid her arms into the leather, and climbed on the back of Rage’s bike, wrapping her arms around his waist as he took her back to the safety of the clubhouse.

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