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No tears, no questions, just acceptance.

He was damned lucky his old lady was so understanding. Not all the old ladies felt the same way. Some preferred not knowing anything about what went down and he felt sorry for those brothers. Not having someone to talk shit through with must be tough. Before Harper he and his closest group of brothers talked about shit and he would still talk to them about things he couldn’t or didn’t want to talk to her about. They would always be there for him as he would be there for them.

Peace settled over him as he held his woman in his arms.

The alarm was on, he had brothers patrolling the grounds and the cameras were being monitored at the clubhouse. His family was safe. And he was going to make it even safer for them by adding to their security. Safer than Fort Knox.

“I love you, baby” He whispered against the top of her head where it lay on his chest.

Her hand twitched on his abs, then slowly inched over him, clasping his side she hugged him.

“I love you too.” She whispered sleepily.

“I’ll keep you and Ry safe, my queen.”

“I know you will. You’re our hero, our lucky charm. Without you life would’ve gone on but it would’ve been empty. I’m so blessed to have you as my old man.”

“Thank you,‘tite chatte(little cat).” He pressed a soft kiss on her head.

“One of these days…when I’m not falling asleep…we’re going to talk about…what you’re saying when you speak French to me. It’s very sexy.” She muttered before going limp against him as sleep pulled her under.

Lucky smiled.

“Je’taime, mon coeur(I love you, my heart)” He whispered as his eyes slid closed.

His last thought was how lucky he was.

His name was spot-on.

Lucky.

So fucking lucky.

FORTY FOUR

Harper

Three Days Later

Last night had been a total snotfest.

Rider, Asa, Bren and the guys returned home.

I insisted on going to the airport to see them off.

Lucky had not been happy.

He wasn’t happy that I had been crying like my heart was breaking since the moment Rider let us know they were leaving.

At the airport I held on to my best friend for the longest time before I could let him go. The words he whispered made the tears flow faster but it also warmed my heart.

“Harp, sweetheart, stop crying, I promise I’ll call when we get home. Delly and I will call you the way we’ve always done, nothing will change. You and Ry are ours, always will be. You ever need me I’ll be here, I’m just a phone call away. And you know that’s the truth. I love you, Harp.”

All I could do was cry and tell him I loved him too.

All the way back to the clubhouse I sat with a box of tissues on my lap, using one after the other while next to me sat a very grumpy man mountain.

He wasn’t happy that I was out in the open and vulnerable, even with our massive escort of bikers. He had insisted that we leave Ry at the clubhouse with Viv, Grave’s old lady, where he would be safe while we went to the airport.

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