Page 48 of My Three S**y Bikers

I had a family, an unconventional one.

Men who would die for me.

A woman who would give my baby what he needed.

A family.

An unconventional one, but still mine.

I knew we would sit down and work out the logistics. I would still work at the bar, and Erin would take Dwayne to play with other kids. I couldn’t think of anywhere I would rather be than with my men and my newfound friends. This was my new home, and I had no intention of going anywhere else.

EPILOGUE

ONE YEAR LATER…

Melinda

Bridget came to visit last week. She had class and work to get back to, but she loved the set-up here. She said that I should try and find her a biker, maybe three. She found them all sexy as hell but had no time to play the field between work and college.

Finally, Ashley handed in her notice and was no longer working behind the bar, so everyone else had to pull their weight.

Everyone in this house, apart from me.

I was tired and exhausted. The last few weeks, Dwayne had been more than a little jealous of his little sister. I still wanted to get out and work in the bar, even though everyone had refused to let me to do so.

“I just want one shift per week, Erin. I’m drowning in diapers, and my breasts are on constant demand. I’ve been stuck at home for four weeks. Just one shift per week, to make me feel human and not some milk machine!”

She held up her hands as if I were ready to shoot her. “It’s not me you should be talking to. We both know the reason you haven’t been given any shifts. It’s them.”

I sighed as I thought about going into the club and facing my three men: Playboy, Lucky and Drake.

Who should I approach first?

Lucky. I decided on him because he for sure would see reason, and as the other guys said, he would give me a break.

“I’ll just go the garage to see Lucky and talk to him,” I said as I was started to head to my room to get my jacket and keys.

Erin shook her head. “No need. Lucky’s downstairs and in the living room with Frank.”

The lawyer, strange. Why was he here?

It didn’t matter why as I raced down the stairs, thinking I didn’t care if I had milk stains on my shirt or my hair was a mess. I had to get a shift, and I had to get it now.

“Nice doing business with you, and I’ll see you next week in town,” the tall, dark-haired man said as he stood by the door shaking Lucky’s hand.

“I thought you were sleeping, sweetheart?” Lucky quizzed as he raised an eyebrow.

I swear, all these men thought I did was sleep and breastfeed. “No. I was looking for you. What was Frank doing here?”

He motioned for me to come closer then put his hands on my shoulders. “Well, I was thinking we could all make this official and put the land in all our names and what not.”

I shook my head thinking this was too much. I didn’t deserve this. “You can’t put it in my name. I mean, I’ve only been here for over a year. I don’t deserve that.”

And then he got down on one knee and said something I wasn’t expecting, especially because it wasn’t the most romantic setting. “I was hoping you’d do me the honor of being my wife?”

“Matteo Rodriguez, the Third, I thought you were going to wait until we were all together?” Erin shouted as she ran downstairs, holding her phone and trying to get it in a position to take a video.

I wondered if I was dreaming or if I’d heard him right.

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