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“I know there’ll only be certain times you can wear this because of your job but when you can, I want everyone to know you’re mine. Will you ride with me until we leave this earth?”
She nodded, helping him slip it on her shoulders. When their family started yelling and clapping, he held up his hand.
“When Sarah, Mom and your sisters were sewing the patch on yours, I realized besides having Roam tattoo you over my heart, I wanted something visible on my cut.”
She looked and spotted the new patch she’d missed.Property of Remingtoncurved over two berettas mimicking her tattoo. Underneath was written,trespassers will be shot on sight. She giggled, leaning over and taking his lips. He couldn’t have made her any happier today. Granted, it wasn’t a tattoo on his forehead but the fact he was the first man in the MC with an ol’ lady to allow a patch designating him as her property was perfect.
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WAR KEPT REMINGTONclose to his side as his family congratulated them. Until he came back, he hadn’t realized how much he was missing. Whether by blood or by choice, they were one big family ready to defend each other.
He’d known he needed to figure out how to ask his woman to marry him. After getting everyone’s opinions, he’d decided to go with his gut. Christmas at Bluff Creek Brotherhood had changed his life forty years ago. It had seemed the perfect time to make the next step. A step where the woman he couldn’t live without became his wife officially.
They were practically living together anyway. He and Remington had talked late one night about whether they would continue using both places. He’d moved into one of the one-bedroom houses on the property. Depending on what was on their calendar, they took turns staying at either the house at BCB or at her house on the bail bonds compound. Since they’d bought Clancey’s land, Beth’s design included a new place for houses a little more protected. He hoped Remington wanted to build something new that was just theirs. They’d been adding tunnels for a couple different buildings, and he’d love to incorporate that into their housing.
Bear pulled Remington out of his arms and into Bear’s for a hug, pulling his thoughts from houses to beating up his best friend for kissing Remington’s cheek.
“Congratulations, Remi. You let me know if he gets out of line.”
Before Remi could answer, War tugged Remington back closer again and growled, “Mine,” at his friend.
Bear chuckled, turning back to take money from Rascal, Baron and Locks.
“Seriously, you three?”
Before he had a chance to tear into them, their prospect walked into the room.
“Prez, there’s a sheriff’s car and another car requesting entrance to the clubhouse. They said they need to speak to a Benton Carter.”
War looked toward his best friend, Bear. Why would the sheriff’s department need Bear?
“Let them in. Take the kids to a back bedroom. Any idea what this is about?”
Bear shook his head, waiting for them to walk in. The deputy held the door as a woman carrying a baby carrier and holding the hand of small child walked in, followed by another older child.
“Benton Carter?” the woman questioned. The oldest child saw Bear and ran toward him, throwing her arms around him.
“Officer Bear, Mommy’s gone to Heaven.” Her words choked off as she started sobbing.
Bear lifted her up, letting her wrap her arms around him. He patted her back, squeezing his eyes shut for a minute then opening them and answering the woman.
“Yes, I’m Benton.”
“I’m with social services. Cassidy Glickson listed you as the father on all three birth certificates and named you as who the children go to in case of her death. An incident happened and she passed away.”
“Go to him, War,” Remington whispered.
He strode over to Bear. He recognized the name of a prostitute they’d arrested a couple times. About a month before they’d come back home, Bear had said he couldn’t handle those kids doing without. He said they reminded him of his childhood before Rascal brought him home. Now that he thought about it, after Bear mentioned that they’d never seen her out again.
“Bear, what do you need?”
Bear’s eyes looked scared but determined.
“I guess I need help figuring out where we’re going to stay. What do you need so they stay with me?” Bear questioned, patting the young girl’s back as she continued to cry.
