“You were sure she would say yes, then?”
“I wasn’t one hundred percent, maybe ninety-nine percent sure.”
Lock laughs. “There is always that one percent that could fuck everything up.”
I laugh. “We need to get you a woman,” I tell him.
“Nah. Astera and Griffin already told me that. Right now, I’m fine fucking the whores.”
“It’s your life, man.”
“What are you bitch faces talking about?” Griffin greets.
“Nothing important.” Clearly, Lock wants the attention off of him. Though I have a sneaking suspicion he might be committing to one particular club whore. But it’s his business.
The front door opens, and the Shadow Reapers MC comes in with a keg of beer to join the party.
Right off the jump, I head over to greet them with Cutter. “Welcome. Glad you guys could make it.” Cutter shakes their hands.
“Thank you for having us. Is it you getting married?” he asks me.
“I am. And we just patched in our prospect as a full-fledged member, so we are celebrating that too.”
The keg is set up, and another is brought in. Guess tonight is going to get rowdy. The clubhouse is crowded, and I can barely make out where Claire is. When I spot her, she is no longer sitting next to Astera. But I see her in the far corner, and already it looks like a Shadow Reaper is caging her against the wall.
I watch as she shoves him away, but he goes back for me. Fury takes over, and I make my way to her. Clapping my hand over the Reaper’s shoulder, I pull him away. “This one is mine, asshole. Back the fuck off. She isn’t a club-whore.”
“Fuck, man. My bad.”
“Don’t come in our house and think you are taking over. We have whores here who would be happy to service you, but it isn’t going to be my ole lady.”
The Reaper throws his hands up in defense. “It’s cool, man.” He begins to back away.
I turn to Claire. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
Reaching for Claire’s hand, I make my way to grab a few beers for us. “Let’s just go hang out in my room.”
“Thank god.”
With beers in tow, we enter my room, and I am glad you can’t hear the noise this far back. Handing her a beer, she twists the cap and takes a big swig from it.
“I have a surprise for you,” I lean against my dresser and shove my hands in my pants pockets.
“What kind of surprise?” She looks at me quizzically.
Knowing she’ll love the gift; I smile as I move to the closet and pull it out.
Claire’s face falls open in shock when she sees it. “You got me a leather jacket.”
I lay it on the bed so she can see the back of it. It reads ‘Property of Midnight Kings’ and my name underneath that.
“Try it on, Princess.”
Helping her with the sleeves, she gushes over it while looking in the mirror above the dresser. “I fucking love this. Thank you.” Leaning up, she wraps her arms around my shoulders to hug me.
“You are mine now. There is no going back,” I tease.