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“So, be patient, keep your head on a swivel and lets fucking enjoy Mad Dog officially claiming his woman!” Marx beats his fist on the table, the rest of my brothers following suit.

“Church done, get outta here, assholes!”

I don’t wait to be told a second time. I’m out of my chair, striding to the door. The Ol Ladies will have decorated the clubhouse, Debs will have whipped up a feast, the kids will be hopped up on sugar and my woman will be waiting for me.

I head down the hall, the thundering of my brothers’ boots on the wood floor following me. Turning the corner I freeze in my tracks, blinking once. Twice. A third time, even.

“Is that a giant dick dressed like Lindsey Buckingham?” someone asks from behind me.

“Who the fuck is Lindsey Buckingham?” Gus grumbles.

“Oh he was Stevie Nicks’ on again off again boyfriend. They have a tumultuous history. You should watch Stevie singing Silver Springs to him live in 1994. If you thought that woman was a witch beforehand, you’ll definitely think so in that footage. She damned hexed that man.” We all turn our heads to stare at Tank. The man who hardly ever utters a word. “What? I like Fleetwood Mac,” he grumbles.

The room is dead silent. The Ol Ladies don’t even jump out and yell surprise. Instead I almost shit myself when the head of the giant cock explodes in a sea of confetti to reveal a drag queen dressed like Stevie Nicks. Her sash aptly naming her as “Stevie Dicks.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Tank whispers.

“Surprise!” The women all yell jumping out from behind furniture and doors.

There's whooping and yelling over the karaoke singing of Stevie Dicks and in the middle of the chaos my woman steps up to me, pressing a kiss to my lips.

“Hey you.”

“Hey you, back,” I murmur, my lips still on hers.

She giggles, then pulls back, snuggling in under my arm to watch the fucking nutty scene in front of us. “So, were you surprised?”

“Surprised at the giant phallus decorated to look like Lindsey Buckingham that a drag queen named Stevie Dicks exploded out of? Nope. It’s to be expected around these parts.”

Willa laughs, leaning more of her weight into me. “You happy?”

I look down at her like she’s lost her damn mind. “Am I happy? Baby, you’re more mental than whatever the hell this all is if you have to ask me that question.” She smiles wide and I press a kiss to the top of her head. “I’ll be even happier when I slip your cut onto your shoulders.”

She slaps me in the gut. “Then what are you waiting for? Get to it old man!”

I give Marx the eye and he nods, then lets out an ear splitting whistle. “Mad Dog has something to say!”

Everyone settles down and for some reason Stevie Dicks steps up next to me and Willa and holds the microphone for us. I stare at it, then at her, and think fuck it.

“Willa, babe, it was a bit of a ride getting here.” She grins up at me, her hands in mine. “It was a helluva journey for me. I had to rein in my asshole ways and sit back and let you do what you needed to do. You’re not some damsel in distress. You’re the hero in your own story, babe, and I’m just here to cheer you on. Although I will spill the blood of anyone who makes you cry. I’m a reformed caveman, but I still have some of those traits.” She laughs huskily, eyes bright, shining up at me. She mouths “I love you” and I mouth it back. “Today I claim you in front of my brothers, my MC, my family, as my woman, and I’m your fucking man. I love you, and I’ll have your back as you have mine.”

With that I gently turn her from me, pressing a kiss to the base of her neck.

“Dad.” Rhodie holds out the box containing Willa’s cut and I take the lid off slowly, wanting to savor this moment.

I’ve only done this once before, with my Molly. She was my love, my life. She’ll always have a place in my heart. But since I met Willa my heart doubled in size to be able to hold another wonderful woman who has questionable taste in men, luckily enough for me.

I slide the soft leather over Willa’s arms until it rests on her shoulders. There, in black and white: Property of Mad Dog. She turns in my arms and leans forward to kiss me but stops suddenly and pulls back a little, her eyes on my chest.

“Does that say ‘Property of Willa’?”

“It sure fucking does, babe.”

“Have I told you today that I love you?”

“Not yet.”

“I love you, Miles ‘Mad Dog’ Paxton.”