Tank’s eyes widen while Skip bursts into laughter.
I already know where this is going.
“Don’t even think about it, you fucker,” Tank says.
“I do like to read,” I answer innocently. “Why? Got a suggestion?”
“Wedding in a month, huh?” Patch smirks. “I’ll have something ready for you.”
“Spike,” Tank groans, “there has to be a rule where we can vote him out of the club.”
“Unfortunately not,” Spike says. “I already checked.”
“So did I,” Bones adds.
“Yeah, me too,” Max sighs.
“I think you’re a fucking genius, Patchy,” Skip says. “I love Eli’s book.”
“And we all love ours,” Sunny smiles.
I laugh.
Inside the clubhouse, there’s a shelf with copies of all the books Patch secretly writes for people.
He never admits it’s him.
The books don’t have an author’s name.
And I can’t find them anywhere online.
But they are all way too personalized not to be written specifically for them.
Sneaky biker.
The men burned all the books on the shelf one day, and it made Sunny cry hysterically because they destroyed a gift given to her by her friend. Since then, Bones has threatened bodily harm to anyone who so much as glares at that shelf…where replacement books were placed only days later.
Soon, I’m pulled all over the place as everyone hugs me.
Spike is the last one.
“Happy for you, baby sister,” he says.
“Thank you, Bubby,” I whisper, trying not to cry.
This man practically raised me.
He’s the father I never really had.
My protector.
“He’ll treat you right,” Spike says against the top of my head. “He’ll love you fiercely.”
“He already does,” I whisper.
“I’m going to fucking lose it walking you down the aisle,” he admits quietly.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “I won’t tell anyone if you cry.”
