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2025-03-09 02:26:34Mason
I grabbed a bottle and poured myself a whisky. Before I could drink it, someone walked up beside me.
“Got one of those for me?”
I grinned and turned. Leilani was standing there, smiling at me, still wearing that fucking sexy wedding dress.
“Sure, princess,” I said, pouring her a drink. “You deserve it.”
“I saw what happened,” she said softly. “I’m glad he’s dead.”
“Worked out,” I said.
“Think the Rebels will really join us?”
“Some will. Some won’t. We’ll work it out. But the important thing is, it’s over.”
“To Jetter, may he rot in fucking hell,” she said. We clinked glasses and drank.
She put her glass down on the bar and stepped toward me. “Mason, listen—” she started to say, but I stopped her. I grabbed her by the hips and pressed her against me, kissing the girl hard on the mouth.
She kissed me back without hesitation.
Fuck, nothing ever tasted sweeter in my whole life. Not whisky, nothing. I wanted her, and finally I could have her in front of everyone without any second thoughts.
There was no hesitation in me, not a single ounce of it. The girl was mine. Leilani was fucking mine, and I was going to take her right then and there.
We broke the kiss off.
“You’re mine now. You know that?” I said to her.
“I know,” she said. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I witness this claim.”
I looked over and saw Phoenix grinning at us.
Leilani stepped back. “Dad,” she said.
“It’s okay,” he said. “Don’t act like I didn’t already fucking know this was happening. You two aren’t exactly subtle.”
I laughed. “Why didn’t you stop it?”
“Didn’t think I needed to. You did your job well, Mason.”
She shook her head, smiling. “I can’t believe you.”
“Looks like you’re claimed by me now,” I said to her, pulling her against me again.
“Calm down, you two,” Phoenix said. “We have a lot of work to do.”
“Yeah, we do,” I said, “but it’ll be easier now.”
I didn’t know when Phoenix walked away, because I was too busy kissing Leilani like my life fucking depended on it.
My hands were still practically stained with Jetter’s blood, and there were a bunch of men out in the world who still wanted our heads, but none of that seemed to matter in this moment.
I was finally with her. We could cut through all the bullshit, all the confusion and the anger, and finally just be what we wanted to be.
Leilani was what I wanted. She knew me, understood me better than anyone. She was stronger than she realized, full of fire and fury, not to mention how hard she made my fucking cock whenever she was around.
As I kissed her in the clubhouse, I knew I’d always want her around. I’d kill for her, again and again if I had to, without a second thought.
Because she was mine.
I’d claimed her, and I’d make right by her.
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LeilaniI stared at myself in the mirror, the veil pushed up over my hair, and couldn’t help but laugh.My wedding day. I never really thought this day would come, despite everything we’d gone through to get here. I wanted it to happen if at least to help save the club that had raised and protected me.“You look amazing,” Caralee said. “Seriously. If I were a guy, I’d have such a big boner right now.”I looked at her and laughed. “A big boner?”“Yeah, you know, a stiffy.”I shook my head. “Hard cock, Caralee.”“Whatever. You make me hard.”I laughed again and looked back in the mirror. “Yeah. I clean up okay.”“Okay? Shit. Better than okay.”I had to admit that I did look pretty damn good in my dress. All white with small black accents, it was the perfect biker wedding dress. It was tight along the top, making my boobs look enormous and amazing, and spread out loosely in ribbons of tulle and satin bows.“You look way better than I did on my wedding day,” Caralee said.“Well that’s not
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