Page 97 of The Riders’ Reign

“Bitch? For real? Those men are going to claim you. You’ll get your Property Of patch, I reckon.”

My what?

Oh, no.

I love the guys, but wearing a patch that says I’m their property? That’s so…

“Hey.” Felicia squeezes my hand. “Don’t take it the wrong way. It’s a huge sign of commitment and respect.”

I glance at the bar and frown. The women working behind it are wearing different clothes than normal. I guess that’s for me, too, just for tonight. I had mentioned to Ace my dislike of the topless situation.

“I get that. It’s just under the rules, I belong to them, but they don’t belong to me.” I sigh.

“Oh, girl.” She laughs. “I’ve never seen four men belong to anyone more. Ace came in here yesterday and told them there’s no more topless requirement. They can wear what they want, as long as their tits are covered. So… I mean… I think you own them right back.”

He did? Oh, Ace. The man always manages to make my heart melt.

The door opens, and speak of the devil. Ace strolls in, as gorgeous as ever, followed by Rook, Ghost, and finally Jack.

They look my way, and Rook and Ace peel off from Ghost and Jack and head to me.

“Hey, Princess, want some champagne?”

“What’s going on, Ace?”

He grins. “You’ll see.”

As I sip ice-cold champagne with Ace and Rook, more people filter in until the space is absolutely heaving.

I’m still kind of confused about what’s going on. It’s clearly a party, but is it really for me?

Ace suddenly turns to me. “Is this enough for you?” he asks out of the blue.

I blink at him, unsure what he means. “What? The party?”

“No.” He gestures around. “The MC? This life? Us?”

It’s a moment of vulnerability that is rare to see in Ace, and I glance over at Rook, who nods along with Ace’s question.

“Of course it is,” I say with a small laugh. “How could you think it’s not?”

“Because we’ve never really asked you,” Rook says. “We’ve never checked in with you about what your dreams are, and what you see for the future. We know you love us, but is it enough?”

“Oh, Rook, it’s more than enough. All of you… it’s more than I ever dreamed of.”

“What did you dream of?” Ace asks.

I consider this for a moment. “I’m not sure I ever did allow myself to dream, not properly. My life had already been mapped out for me before I was even born.” I take a sip of tart champagne, to hide my emotions. “But when I did allow myself to, all I ever wanted was to make the world better, perhaps do charity work to help people, especially disadvantaged families. There was a lot of poverty back home, and it was heartbreaking”

“We do a lot of that kind of thing.” Rook shrugs. “You could help organize charity runs and ride outs, maybe help us plan what to fundraise for?”

I beam. “I’d really like that. And I guess, other than that, I just wanted to find love. Real love.” I smile nervously. “And a family one day. Lots of babies running around who look like me and their dads.”

Ace pulls me in for a kiss. “Lots of mini Aces.”

“And Rooks,” Rook throws in.

I giggle. “And Ghosts and Jacks.”