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"Fuck, honey," says Badass. "We're going to celebrate until you can't fucking walk."

By the end of it, I have no idea if they're convincing or we're celebrating, but what I do know is that I'm theirs, fully and completely.

And they're mine.

38

NATALIE

Eagle-eye looksover the crowd gathered in Books & Crannies—Faith's bookstore. For the occasion, the store's closed, but it's packed by so many bikers that for once the new book smell is completely overpowered by the scents of leather and motor oil.

I can't remember the last time I had so many butterflies in my stomach. It's a whole swarm, and it's a day that I never imagined could possibly be real, for several reasons. But here I am, and behind me are Quickshot, Badass and Animal, holding me close between them, both for comfort and to make sure I don't run screaming out of the bookstore in total panic.

Not against my will, mind, but I asked them to, just in case. Because this is huge. Like bigger than huge.

I'm both declaring my independence to the world and at the same time locking it down completely.

Sandra smiles at me encouragingly and gives me a little thumbs up, while I'm standing here trying not to hyperventilate. The guys thought I'd look amazing in a corset today, and of course I gave in to them, but I'm regretting it a little now, no matter how much it emphasizes my curves. Just a little more room to breathe would've been nice. Well, if I pass out, at least there's three big guys here to catch me.

Eagle-eye clears his throat.

It took a little renovation of the bookstore, and I feel a little bad about stealing away some of Faith's space, but the new area looks amazing. Several small, round tables with chairs around them, and a couple of leather benches in the corners. Bookshelves as separators to give customers some privacy, reading lamps, and in the back, a counter. And behind that, you've got everything necessary to run a little café. And in their unfinished basement, we've put a freaking bakery. It’s tiny, but it’s mine.

A big sign over the cash register reads "Grand Opening", with balloons and everything. I made so many freaking cupcakes that all of the little tables are covered with trays. On opening day, they're free for as long as they last. That said, who knew bikers liked cupcakes so much?

"Okay, fuckers, listen up!" starts Eagle-eye. He's standing on the stepping stool I use to reach the high shelves behind the counter, looking out over the crowd imperiously. Off to his side sits Faith, smiling broadly, and next to her is Miriam with a supporting hand on Faith's shoulder. "I know most of you are here for the free cupcakes, but we've got an important order of business to deal with first."

Animal gives me a nudge to start walking forwards, and as I start, the guys follow together. Who would've thought that opening my own café in a cozy bookstore would not even be the most important thing that happens to me today?

We stop right in front of Eagle-eye, me in front and Quickshot, Badass and Animal in a little half-circle behind me. My mouth is dry. I always imagined I would get married one day, and it would be a sweet wedding with a cake I baked myself, lots of flowers, pretty gowns and sleek tuxedos, and I don't know, a priest or something.

Not a barrel-chested old biker with a massive mustache wearing a black T-shirt, an MC cut, jeans and leather motorcycle boots.

But hey, you only get married once, right, so might as well make it special.

"If you guys are going to keep hooking up three guys to a girl, I should just start making fucking copies of the same speech so I have it ready for next time. The first time, I thought I was doing something unique, the second time there were four of you, to be fair, but this is the fourth fucking time, and I don't think anyone in this club even knows how to do this the fucking normal way anymore."

There's cheering and laughter. Now that I've gotten the chance to get to know Emily and her three guys, Alessa and her four guys and Faith with just three again, a little better, this whole thing doesn't seem quite as crazy to me, but still… a little weird. It helps that Sandra is being so encouraging, though.

"Be that as it fucking may…" Eagle-eye turns to me. "Natalie, you've had the whole wide world of men to choose between, and hell, probably women too if you wanted to, and somehow, you've settled on these three fuckers who want to have you as their old lady. I'm just going to ask you this once, but are you fucking sure it's them that you want? They can be a damn handful, if you ask me."

Both hands, to be honest, but I don't say that out loud. Wouldn't want to blow up their egos even more than they already are, though in this crowd, it wouldn't even be inappropriate.

Biker weddings aren't like normal weddings, that's for sure.

So instead, I just shrug and say, "Yes. They'll do."

"We'll do, huh?" Badass says with a growl that sends delicious chills down my spine, even through all the laughter around us. "You're going to fucking pay for that later."

I'm counting on it.

"And you three." Eagle-eye fixes each of my men with his eye, one by one. His expression is so stern, you'd think they were about to get kicked out of the club and their cuts burned, and not just married to me. "I don't know if any of you fuckers realize exactly how fucking lucky you are to have found a girl like Natalie, and even luckier, that's she's chosen you to spend the rest of her life with. So I want to hear each and every one of you swear with your cuts as forfeit that you're going to treat her like the queen she is, that you're going to deal swift justice to any fucker that tries to mess with her and to not dip your wicks into any honeypots except hers." He shrugs. "Unless that's your thing by mutual fucking consent. I don't know, it's a whole new fucking generation out there and I'm getting old. Now swear."

Um, yep. Biker weddings, definitely different.

"I swear," says Quickshot.

"Fuck yeah," agrees Animal and smacks my ass.