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Dad shook his head. “Wow, what’s it been? A month? Six or seven weeks?”
“I fell in love with her the moment I saw her.” Matt reeled me in for a kiss.
I was stunned.
“I promise to make her happy and protect her with my life,” he told my father.
“The whole club will protect her,” Raul said.
“She’s our prez’s queen,” Justin said.
“Queen, huh?” Daddy considered me. “She’ll always be my princess.” He opened his arms to me.
Matt helped me off his lap so I could hug my father.
“I missed you, Dad.”
“I missed you too, Eve. I’m sorry for acting like a fool.” We cried in each other’s arms for a spell, both wholly devastated.
In one night, I lost my brother and got my father back.
My greatest fear was losing Matt. When we’d first gotten together, he’d told me about some of the stuff he’d been into—not in great detail but enough to paint a picture of the violence the club encountered. Matt had wanted me to know exactly what I was signing on for as his old lady. He wouldn’t force me to stay with him, though he said it would kill him to let me go.
They’d broken the mold after Matt was born. He was everything I ever dreamed of in a man: honest, loyal, protective… sometimes an asshole and controlling. I’d call him well balanced. Never over the top. We were a perfect match inside the bedroom and out.
I was the luckiest woman on the plant to call him mine. I’d won the lottery the night we’d met, just as he’d said.
10
Matt
Three weeks ago, I was on a mission to find the drug dealers who’d killed Eve’s brother. As soon as I’d cleaned up Bastion Township, I planned to marry my Sugar. Making her my wife was the best motivation.
The club had already known about the dealers before Sheriff Hendricks had come to the club the night Johnny OD’d. Fuck, I’d felt responsible for his death. Felt like I’d failed Eve. My crew and I had been hard at work for weeks, but we hadn’t rid the town of those bastards completely.
My brothers and I worked day and night picking off one dealer after another, until we struck gold with one scared high school kid begging us to spare his life. A teenage boy was selling to his classmates. It was so fucking messed up. He’d confessed he sold the crank to Johnny. I could’ve killed the little prick on the spot, but Raul had stopped me.
The kid talked. It was his own parents making the meth. I nearly lost it. A week after Johnny’s death, we’d finally found the source of the drugs. We torched that motherfucking house—but not before we got the names of every dealer in our area. Hendricks had made the front-page news in the local paper. He got all the credit, just as he should. My club and I didn’t need recognition for our part in the takedown. That wasn’t what we were about or why we did what we did.
It had only taken two weeks to make the area drug-free and safe. Not one civilian had been harmed.
Today I married the woman of my dreams.
It wasn’t fancy by any means. We went to the county courthouse and had the reception at The Bullet, where we’d first met.
Eve looked stunning in a white strapless dress and her hair up.
I’d bought a new pair of jeans for the occasion. Suits weren’t my thing. Had Eve complained, I might’ve put on a button-down shirt and left my cut at home.
The gathering at the bar was more than Eve or I had expected. My brother, David, came up from South Dakota with his new wife and my nephew. Some of the members from his chapter also came. My cousins from Fargo were there celebrating as well.
I couldn’t help but smirk as I searched for my wife. It looked more like a biker convention than a wedding inside The Bullet. Leather cuts were everywhere. Smoke and booze-filled the air.
Where was Eve? Mickey had pulled her away from me after we cut the cake. It was fine. I’d made my rounds as the groom should. But I hadn’t had a chance to dance with my bride yet, and I had the perfect song for our first dance. When I’d heard “She’s My Kind of Rain” by Tim McGraw playing on the radio, it damn near put a tear in my eye.
My heart thundered behind my ribs as I scanned the room. I wanted to wrap Eve in my arms and sway with her all night on the dance floor. Kiss her and breathe her into my lungs.
Unlike Justin when he’d married Laura, I didn’t plan to get wasted. I wanted to stay sober, so I would remember the day I married my Sugar.
