Page 163 of Beautifully Savage

“It is.” I giggle. “Lex Cameron Musgrove.”

“Hey! Cameron is my name.” Bobbi whines, and Tahli giggles, reaching across me to ruffle Bobbi’s blonde curls.

“Cameron is also Daddy’s name, kiddo.”

Bobbi screws up her face. “No, it’s not. It’s Daddy.”

We all laugh at that, and Bobbi looks confused as hell, and as I lock eyes with my husband, who mouths, ‘I love you,’ I know that no matter what life throws at us, we will be alright, because we have each other.

Family is everything to me and my husband. We have some that are related to us by blood, and some that are connected to us through friends and community. The foundation is the same, sharing unconditional support and a sense of home.

I’ve found my home. My family. And I know my children and my found family will carry on this legacy Ringo and I have built, to continue to protect and fight for those who don’t have a voice, for those that need help and guidance, and for those that need their soft place to land too.

I was once weary of being associated with an MC, but now, I’m proud to be the wife of a Southern Sadist. I wear leather with my lace, ride on the back of my husband’s hog when I’m not in my mumvan, and the only prayer I recite is the one the club brothers say with conviction and a fist thumped to their chest.

“May the road rise up to meet us.

May the wind be always at our backs.

May the sunshine be warm upon our faces.

May the rain clouds never be black.

We are the Southern Sadists MC.

Ride ‘em high.

Ride or die.”

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