Page 49 of My Three S**y Bikers

Did he ask me to marry him?

It all became clear when I saw the ring box he pulled from his back pocket.

“This was my mother’s ring. I’ve never felt strongly about anyone having this until you. Will you marry me?”

“And Drake and Playboy?” I asked as my head spun out of control.

Marriage!

“They're all in agreement. They spent two days talking about it," Erin said, setting down the phone to stop recording.

I should have been annoyed they’d discussed it without me but it made sense. I had a strong connection with each of them for three different reasons. It was only natural for them to discuss it, considering how our lives intertwined.

I smiled, stretching out my hand and saying, “Yes, I will marry you, but on one condition.”

Lucky slowly stood, not as quick as he used to be when he heard the wordyes.

“What, darling? You want to introduce any guy to this?” he questioned.

There were things I loved about each of them, and Lucky struggled to define our relationship as just that—a relationship. He would refer to it as “this” or an “arrangement.” The guys teased him about it because he struggled with what to call it.

“No. I want to do a shift,” I clarified.

He chuckled. “If that means you’ll marry me, then hell yeah!”

“Yippee!” Erin exclaimed as Lucky slid the ring onto my finger and then lifted me up, swinging me around.

I hugged him tightly. I had never felt secure about anything in my life until I had not just one MC member, but three of them.

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