Totally lost to her.

  I’m under her spell.

  She commands me with her tongue.

  **

  “That fucking weasel,” East mutters.

  “Put him in the pit with me. We’ll call it after wedding entertainment.” Viking growls.

  “Any luck finding out what was in the water he tried to serve Alexa?” Banks looks to Link, and he shakes his head no. “How’s your whore?”

  “The fuck did you just say to me?” Link pushes his chair back and goes for Banks.

  Viking steps between the two of them, shoving Link back. “Back up.” He turns to Banks. “And you? That shit ain’t cool. Whatever beef the two of you got over club pussy takes back burner.”

  I nod at Viking. The two dumb fucks sit down. “You two done? I mean I can call in Pam and Danika. Have some marriage counseling but Holy is on the road. I got a man in the basement who came after our club and the two of you want to fight over a bitch who’d spread her legs for anyone who came through our doors. But I tell you what. Tonight the two of you can work this shit out in the pit. I’ve got a wedding to attend.”

  “It’s all good,” Banks says. The tension between him and Link is thick though. Danika is club pussy, but we all know Banks has a soft spot for her.

  “We’ll deal with Rio later.”

  King, the president of Santa Clarita chapter clamps my shoulder and gives me a shake. “Congrats on finally locking your woman down.”

  “Appreciate you being here. Heard congratulations are in order for you and Ayesha.” She’s a petite but gorgeous woman you can’t help but take notice of.

  “Yeah, found out a couple months ago.”

  “Gonna be a lot of little bastards born over the next year way I hear it,” Angel, an enforcer out of the Ankeny chapter says. His Old Lady, Korrie is expecting as well I believe.

  “Shit must be in the damn water,” Chrome, VP of the Detroit chapter says with a chuckle.

  “Where can I find the bride,” Cam asks. “I have her a little something.”

  “Down the hall in my office.”

  I rub my chin, and we all watch the dark headed, tattooed beauty walk away.

  “Keep it in your pants, boys.” Pam saunters in and kisses my cheek, ignoring her old man completely. Her sister-in-law trails behind her with Connor, Pam and Links adopted kid in tow. “You guys had better get to your seats. I’m going to see if the blushing bride is ready yet.”

  “You good, darlin’?” I cup her cheek and see the pain behind her eyes. Link really fucked up.

  “Never better, Murder. Happy as can be you know me.”

  Yeah, I do know her, but I release her with a nod. She wants to play it that way I gotta let her have that. She takes hold of Capone’s Old Lady, Danyella from the LA chapter, at the elbow leading the shy blonde down the hall to where all the women have congregated with Alexa.

  “You got the rings?”

  “Right here in my pocket.” East pats his cut.

  “Where the fuck is Holy? He’s supposed to be officiating this shindig.”

  “I’ll find him.” Hound pulls out his cell, hits a few buttons, then puts the smart phone to his ear.

  Cell phones are convenient but a real pain in the ass. Too damn easy to leave a virtual diary of every move a man makes. Reed, East’s old man was old school and hated the damn things. Men like him are dying breed, God rest his soul. He was a lousy father but a damn fine brother. East favors him in his looks and in some of his actions, but he’s a good dad in the way his father never was. Still, I loved that fucker. Miss the shit out of him.

  “That pick better get here fast.”

  Hound tucks his phone in the back pocket of his jeans. “He’s close. Ran into a snag on the road. Said he’d be here in time to take your places.”

  “Right. He say whether or not my niece was with him?”

  Hound grins wide showing his teeth. “Something like that.”

  “I’ll make sure the women are set.” Link moves off. Brave motherfucker. I was him I’d stay the hell out of Pam’s way unless I was ready to grovel for forgiveness. He wants to wet his dick it ain’t my business, but when I gotta hear about it nonstop from my Old Lady and my daughter it’s a problem. When I see his Old Lady looking like her soul is crushed and her spirit’s been broken makes me wanna kick his ass. Only cause I know what they got, and he’s throwing it away and for what?

  The guests start moving out back to where the chairs are set up. I glance at the clock on the wall by the bar. Holy is cutting shit damn close.

  Slick enters the clubhouse and whistles for a word in private. I move off to a table in the back with him. “Holy’s outside. He’s got your niece with him.” He scratches the back of his neck all red in the face. “Lily’s gonna kill him.”

  I start to shove up. “What did he do?” The second the words leave my lips the bastards kicks the door open.

  Holy has a woman slung over his shoulder. She’s kicking and carrying on screeching. “Put me down, asshole.”

  Fucking hell. “That Hazel?”

  “Yup,” Slick says.

  I stomp over to Holy. He slides Hazel down his front and twists her around to face me.

  “Who the hell are you?” She shrieks in my face a spitting image of her mother in her younger years before them sick fucks who raped her got their hands on her. Dark hair, curvy, and gorgeous.

  “Your Uncle James.”

  “So you’re the one who set this nightmare in motion?”

  “Not exactly. Tracked you down for your mother. My sister.”

  “You can’t hold me prisoner.”

  Brows furrowed I stare at her in confusion until I take in the collar around her neck. “You collared my niece?” I grit out, debating on killing Holy.

  “Putting in my claim.”

  “I’m not your property.”

  “Baby doll, you can play hard to get all you want, but we both know deep down you enjoy it.” He shoots her a wink then yanks on the chain that is connected from the collar to a leather cuff at his wrist.

  “Un-fucking-believable.” I shake my head. “You’re giving me a migraine.”

  “She’s a runner. Did what I had to do.”

  “You delivered her in one piece. Let her go. That’s an order.”

  “Don’t stray too far, pet.”

  “I’m going to kill you after you officiate this wedding,” I warn the little smug, kinky prick. “Hazel, we’ll talk later. Was hoping to do things differently, but I’ve been waiting twenty years for today. Make yourself at home. Whatever you need, my good friend Slick over there will take care of you and get you to your mother.”

  She lifts her chin and shoots me a dirty look.

  “You.” I grab hold of Holy by his cut. “Save your freaky shit for once Lily’s not around to see it.”

  He licks his lips. “I’ll try.”

  Chapter Twelve

  “Admit it. You do like me.” I smirk at Pam as Jules fits my veil over my hair.

  “Don’t get all gushy on me. I’d do this for anyone.”

  “She’s lying,” Jules says.

  “She totally adores you,” Joey, the Old Lady of Axel the VP of the Flagstaff chapter tells me. “Why else would she have gone to the trouble of coordinating this?”

  Pam got with the Old Ladies who would be here to give me my something, new, old, and blue. A sweet gesture for someone who once hated me and saw me as an enemy.

  “Okay fine you caught me okay. I think of Murder like a blood brother. He gave me one of the greatest gifts. Something I thought I would never have, and he loves you. That man loves you like no other. I guess I was partly jealous. Not that he was with you but of the bond between you. Link and I have always had a love for each other but not the epicenes that is between you and your man. I want that. Anyway, what I’m saying is I’ve never saw that man as happy as when he got rid of Ruthie and you took him back.”

  I squeeze her hand. “You and Link are at a crossroad, but if anyone can survive it, I know it will be the two of you.”

  Pam nods with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

  Wylla Mae pokes her head out the door then back in. “It’s time.”

  “That’s our cue to get to our seats ladies,” Jules starts ushering everyone out of the room, leaving only my daughter behind as she’s my maid of honor.

  She turns me toward the full-length mirror one of the guys brought in just for today. “You look like a queen.” James would probably have a shit fit if he saw all the makeup and crap all over his desk.

  “I feel like one. Thank you for being the best daughter a mom could ever dream of having.”

  “I know I haven’t told you it enough, but I love you, Mom. I know you had it rough and did the best you could.”

  I fan my face. “Stop. You’re going to make me cry and Pam will kill us both for ruining my face.”

  “You’re probably right but I just needed to say that I never appreciated you enough, but I do now.”

  “Damn it, sweet pea.” A tear slides down my cheek. I change the subject. “Do you think I’m doing the right thing?”

  “In marrying Dad?”

  “All of it. The wedding, the new house, the baby. It’s a lot at once.”

  “This was meant to be. You’re finally getting everything you wanted it. Embrace it.”

  “Again, when did you get so smart?”

  “I learned from you.”

  “You’re determined to ruin my makeup, aren’t you?”

  “Let’s get out there. Dad is waiting.”

  “Okay.” I suck in a breath. I glance at my appearance one more time in the mirror. Jules took a flat iron to my hair and added some extensions in to give me a little more length for the occasion after I got a wild hair up my ass and chopped it off the other day. Smoky eyes and red lipstick. My ivory dress has a shimmery heart-shaped bust. And an A-line skirt that slits up both sides. The heels are diamond studded and kick ass creamy satin. I pick up my bouquet of deep, burgundy-colored roses with touches of baby’s breath in them.

  I follow Wylla Mae down the hall. The tables in the bar are set up for the reception after. Black candles and flower arrangements that match my bouquet in the center. Pam and Jules thought of everything. East is waiting for us by the back door. I don’t have anyone to give me away, so he volunteered to escort Wylla Mae and I down the aisle together. I know people probably talk a lot of shit about us, but East is family and always will be one of the best men I’ve ever known.

  “Pretty as a picture. Both of you. Glad you’re feeling better.” East gives me a hug, and I know he is genuinely happy for me. “Congrats on the baby, darlin’.”

  “You too.” I kiss his cheek and release him.

  “Ready to do this?”

  “Ready as I’ll ever be.” East hooks one arm with mine and loops the other with Wylla Mae’s. A rock ‘n roll version of the Wedding March filters through the speakers from the tent the wedding is taking place in behind the clubhouse.

  Rows of black chairs filled with club member and their old ladies makes up our guests list. Nothing but smiles meet us as we make our way toward James and Holy. Though I only have eyes for my motorcycle man. His dark gaze meets mine and the rest of the world fades away.

  Wylla Mae kisses his cheek, stepping off to the side for East to give my hand in marriage to James. Years ago, some thought it’d be East and me tying the knot. However, this is how it was meant to be. I can feel it.

  “Who gives this woman in marriage.”

  “Her daughter and I do,” East answer’s Holy, placing my hand in James’s.

  “Hey,” I whisper.

  “Babe.” He grins at me and I already want to cry. This is truly happening. I’m marrying my dream man.

  “Let’s get straight to it. These two crazy kids have danced around each other for years,” Holy says. “Marriage is sacred. A bond between souls. Alexa and James knew from the moment they met that there would never be anyone else. No matter what life has thrown at them their love has stood through the test of time. Enemies and grief. Nothing will come between them. Today in front of their Royal Bastard family they pledge their eternal devotion.” He takes a pause. “I’m gonna spare you the bullshit and get right down to it. Prez, Murder, my man. Do you promise to be the man Alexa needs?”

  “I do.”

  “Fine ass, Alexa. Fucking beautiful, woman. Mean that.” James glares at him. “Do you promise to be a down ass chick who’ll ride or die for Prez here? To love him and be true to him?”

  “I think I’ll keep him.”

  “Good. East, give’m the rings.”

  East fiddles in his pocket and fishes out our silver wedding bands. James and I exchange rings.

  “By the power vested in me by the wild and wonderful state of West Virginia I pronounce you Prez and his Old Lady. Kiss your woman.”

  James puts one hand on my hip, pulls me in close, strokes my jaw, then kisses me deeply. Hoots, hollers, and whistles sound in the background. “Love you, babe.”

  “I know.” He kisses me again.

  After the ceremony we move inside to the reception. I steal away upstairs long enough to change into a different dress. One that is sparkly and gold and cuts off above the knees.

  I find James at the bar taking shots with Void, Rael, Crucifix, and FOCUS. The last two are out of the New York chapter. Rael’s cut puts him from Nevada, the club Papa rides with. Void rode up from Florida with his Old Lady, Ivy also known as Toxin. I know it means a lot to James that so many members from other clubs showed up to support us today.

  I look around the room and it doesn’t even feel real. But this is my life, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “There’s my pretty wife. C’mere, babe.” I watch my gorgeous bride strut across the clubhouse in the sexy little dress she changed into after the wedding. I don’t know how, but she gets prettier every damn time I look at her. Can’t wait to get her upstairs and fuck her in that dress and in them sexy come fuck me heels she’s wearing.

  Alexa gets halfway to me when she’s accosted by Jessica, Hound’s date for the night. Pretty blonde with big tits. “I love the dress.”

  “Thanks. I’m glad you could come.”

  I start to interrupt when Hound saves me the trouble by dragging Jessica away while groping her ass.

  Alexa makes it to me in time for Pam to call first dance. I take my woman in my arms knowing I’m the luckiest bastard in the room. Faithfully by Journey plays as I gaze into her green eyes. Never been much on dancing but for her I’ll do whatever it takes to show her what she means to me. I mouth the lyrics to her changing oh girl to pretty girl earning me her breathtaking smile.

  “You think anyone will notice if we sneak upstairs?”

  “If we aren’t here to cut the cake, we’ll never hear the end of it.”

  “I’ll take my chances.” The song changes to something more rock, and I lead Alexa down the hall to my office to steal a moment alone with her only to overhear Pam and Link has beat me to using the space.

  The door is cracked enough I can see them. Pam is busy cleaning up from getting Alexa ready. “You want me to pretend I didn’t see that the other night?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe. I fucked up, babe. I know that.”

  “Do you? I know you said you were having mixed feelings about us, and I told you to do what you felt you need to. Saying and doing are two different things.”

  “So what? I make one mistake and you’re done with me?”

  “I didn’t say that. I’m hurt, Link. I’m pissed off.”

  “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

  “I’m sure you didn’t. She magically happened to fall, and her mouth landed on your dick, huh?”

  “C’mon. We shouldn’t be listening in on them.” I take Alexa back to the party. Roane has a tattoo station set up and half the crowd has gone out back to the fighting pit even though its cold as a witch’s tit out there. It’s the perfect time to take Alexa upstairs. Pam is distracted with her own shit. We made an appearance.

  “Look.” Alexa nods to Lily and Slick pressed close slow dancing like they are the only two in the room. “You think she’ll move back?”

  “Hard to say. If Holy is serious about laying a claim on Hazel. Maybe.”

  “Hazel? He found her?”

  “Yeah, babe. Over there.” I motion to Holy’s table where he has my niece with the damn collar around her neck.

  “Interesting. I knew Holy was kinky, but is that a leather collar on her neck? It’s kinda sexy.”

  “Want me to collar you?”

  “I think I’ll pass.”

  “Right answer.” I hug her to my side and kiss the top of her head. “I might cuff you to my bed though. Seems like it’s going to be the only way I get to fuck you tonight,” I mutter as Wylla Mae and East approach us.

  “We’re heading out. Gotta get Mila from Andi.” Wylla kisses our cheeks and East gives us both a nod.

  “Drive safe.”

  “Call me before you leave for your honeymoon,” Wylla tells Alexa over her shoulder as East tugs her toward the exit.

  “Looks like they kissed and made up.” Alexa tilts her head toward the bar where I see Pam and Link.

  “Enough about everyone else, woman. Time for me to get to have my cake and eat it too.”

  I get Pam’s attention, and she meets us at the table that’s set up with the food and shit. “Let’s get this cake business over with,” I tell her.

  “You don’t need my permission. Have at it.”

  “Good.” I grab a handful out of the bottom and feed Alexa a bite.

  “There you’ve had cake. Let’s go. I’m ready to fuck you.”

  Alexa gapes at me but I don’t give her time to respond. I pick her up and heft her over my shoulder. A few men shout and whistle as we head upstairs to my suite. I don’t put my wife down until I kick the door shut behind us.

  Alexa goes to take off her shoes.

  “Want them shoes on while I fuck you.” I jerk the straps of her dress down revealing her breasts spilling out of her nude strapless bra. Lips to her neck I suck the sensitive skin hard enough to leave a mark. To brand her with my love. With a flick of my wrist, I unlatch the bra and send it flying so I can pay special attention to her tits. Nothing I love more than this. Worshipping Alexa.