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This was a fucking motorcycle club not some medieval group of nights. Yet one by one my brothers hit their knees forming a semi-circle around us. After the last prospect hit his knee, I took Stormy’s head and dropped to mine. I pulled a black velvet box from inside my rag. The room grew silent.
“Stormy, from the moment I saw you. I knew we were. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife.”
I saw the tears spilling from her eyes; she gasped, putting her hand in front of her mouth. I flipped open the box. The ring was a lotus design. The center stone is a round blue three-carat diamond. With another two carats in white diamonds in the setting.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
I stood up, sweeping her up in my arms and crushing my lips to hers. The kiss wasn’t swift or chaste. I devoured her mouth until my cock was so hard, I knew it would have a zipper imprint on it. When the kiss broke, the room was full of hoots, and plenty of suggestions.
Steele waited off stage with Ratchet at his side. The look on his face wasn’t a happy one. Chainz spoke before I could.
“Can we talk somewhere?”
“Sure, let's go to my office.”
I took Stormy’s hand and led the way to my office with Ratchet, Papa, and Pops in tow. We stopped in front of the seating area. I sat in one of the overstuffed chairs and pulled my woman in my lap.
“First thanks for taking the time during your bash to talk to us. Rachet fucked up and we’ll get to that. What I wanted to pull you aside for is to let you know he had a little help.”
“How’s that?” I growled.
“Ratchet, why don’t you tell Gambit how things went down tonight?”
Ratchet started, “When I came in a couple of your sweet butts sidled up to me. Got me a drink. The one with long blonde hair grabbed my dick and told me she wanted a threesome. I was all for that, but the other blonde that greeted me disappeared. Anyway, blondie rubbed all up against me and then pointed your old lady out. Said she was new. That’s who she wanted the threesome with.”
“What the fuck?” Pops yelled.
Papa shoved a phone in Ratchet’s face. “Point out the women.”
Ratchet pointed. Papa looked up. “Stazie and Gretchen.”
“Which one stayed?” I asked.
“The one with longer blonde hair,” Ratchet said.
“Thanks for the intel. Let’s keep this between us. I’ll handle Stazie and Gretchen later. I don’t want them to see it coming,” I said with a smile on my face.
