Page 46 of Revenant's Fire

“You do know this isn’t a wedding, right?” Mercy asks and I’m so glad she’s here to offer me moral support.

“Mercy, my sweet summer child,” I coo, “Being an ol lady is like being a wife in bikerworld.”

“I’m pretty sure I told you that,” she says drily.

“You’re the best teacher.” She rolls her eyes but that doesn't stop her lip twitching.

“Are you nervous?” Diamond asks.

“Hell no! I knew five years ago that Revenant was mine. Finally I get to give him his property patch.”

“You know it’s usually the other way round, right?”

“Mercy,” I give her a bored look. “You know as well as I do that Revenant would still be crying in his room about God being mean to him and making him live a long, healthy life if I hadn’t come along. So, be happy that instead of hearing his sad man tears from across the hall you get to hear him giving me orgasms.” I grin. “So. Many. Orgasms.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Mercy shakes her head.

“Yup.”

The door flying open bounces off the wall and I’m met with two more of my favorite men.

“Yo, you ready?” Brake calls, hovering in the doorway, along with my dad.

“Fuck yes!”

Everyone laughs as I hustle to my dad, looping my arm in his. He grins down at me, squeezing my hand as he escorts me down the long hall, pausing at the top of the stairs, letting me soak it all in. Elias stands at the bottom, hand over his heart, beaming.

“It’s like fucking prom night,” Ledger mutters and I throw my head back on a laugh.

It kinda is, but this time it’s not Cody Peterson with his acne and his braces escorting me. It’s my big, hot biker man.

We descend the stairs slowly, my chest puffed out so Elias can get the full titty effect of this dress.

“Holy shit, baby!”

“Right!?” I launch myself the last few steps.

Elias catches me, because of course he does. “You ready for this, Sassy?”

“Are you?” I challenge.

“I know I am. Can we get this moving along?” Gallows says gruffly.

I snort, grip Elias’ hand and drag him into the common room where I demanded our biker vows take place, freezing when I get a look at the room.

“Holy crapballs,” I whisper, eyes wide, taking it all in. “What happened in here? Where are the stripper poles?” I ask, turning in a circle. “And that coffee table with the cigarette burns? And the cum-stained couches?” My voice is rising and I can’t tell if it’s from excitement or because I’m appalled.

“VP decided you needed a better location for this…whatever this is. Usually the brother gives you his cut and we call it a day. Shit, I don’t know. Ask Mercy.” Gallows indicates his sister.

Mercy shuffles a little, before waving it off. “You’re cool.” She shrugs, as if we aren’t on the highway to become BFFs. “And I kinda got sick of sitting in cum puddles all the time. These leather couches are easier to clean.”

I throw myself at Mercy, wrapping her in my arms. “You’re the best and deserve all the good things. Thank you.” I whisper, giving her a quick, sharp squeeze before backing off.

Gallows lets out a loud whistle and all the brothers stomp and clap when Revenant pulls me to the front, tucking me under his arm.

“Sunny,” Gallows begins. “Most people would’ve looked at Rev and walked the other way. Not you. You saw his burden, and stayed anyway. That shows how fucking strong you are,” he smiles a little, “and how crazy.”

“Nah, Prez, she showed that when she tried to take on Amos Crowe!” Someone from the back yells and the room cheers.