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“Ezra, remember when we talked about hitting?” Whiskey asked.

“Yes, we’re supposed to try talking first.”

“Right. This is one of those times where talking won’t work and we defend our family.”

Whiskey pulled back his fist and let it fly. Vivi was glad Ezra was back a little. She didn’t think her grin at the sound of bones crunching and blood gushing was very mother-like, but it was very satisfying. Before Whiskey could hit him again, her former father-in-law dropped to the ground.

“Son, I taught you to hit, but I was kind of looking forward to all of us getting a chance to play with the food a little.”

She chuckled and then couldn’t hold it in. These men who were her family had taken what could have been a scary situation and turned it into a family story that would be told for years. A smaller body pushed between her and Whiskey. Before either of them could grab him, Ezra was stomping his foot on his grandfather’s hand.

“Nobody hurts my mom,” Ezra growled.

Whiskey pulled Ezra back against him. “You’re a good son defending your mom. I’m so glad you warned us but next time, how about you tell an adult? You and Phoebe are so smart and so strong that I know you could have figured out a better way without putting yourself in danger.”

“Hey, there’s still one left trying to leave, but it looks like Justice is blocking him in, Peck.” Beth’s voice rang out as she pointed toward the door. Ezra’s uncle had taken the chance while Whiskey was hitting her ex-father-in-law to try to escape. He was such a coward when he couldn’t hurt someone.

Justice pushed against Paul’s chest, shoving him back toward Whiskey. Whiskey slid his arm around her. “You sure you don’t want to get a hit or kick in?”

“Nah, I’m not hurting my hand when it’s so much more satisfying to see all of you doing it. Plus, how demoralizing that an eight-year-old beat him up too.”

Vivi stared at the man who had terrorized her while she was married to his brother and then had chosen to try to force her to marry him. He didn’t look quite so dangerous now with her family, the Bluff Creek Brotherhood MC and the Saint’s Outlaws MC standing around.

Justice forced him to his knees in front of her and Whiskey. Peck didn’t give Whiskey time to do anything before he cold-cocked her former brother-in-law, knocking him out.

“This old guy has still got it.” Whiskey and Vivi joined in the laughter. She never in her wildest dreams believed she’d be laughing ever in the presence of these men. Pit walked closer.

“Peck, I’m a little salty you didn’t let any of us get any action. What do you all think about when we’re ready to head back, we’ll escort these two along with whomever from the bail bonds will be collecting the bounty on them? Maybe they’ll share a little more information with us.”

Remi stepped closer, along with Beth. “That sounds perfect. We’ll be happy to split the bounty with you. Anybody else want to come along later? We can do a little shopping in Kansas City once we drop off the trash?”

Whiskey’s lips brushed against her forehead. “It looks like everything is handled. Shall we enjoy the rest of the party? My cousins will secure these two for transport before joining us.”

Vivi turned and pulled Whiskey’s face closer. “Yes, then maybe we could get one of your many brothers to watch the kids for just a little while. You’ve lit a fire and I’m craving my husband.”

Whiskey’s lips claimed hers, and Vivi let herself enjoy every moment. She had everything she’d always wanted and never dreamed she’d have.

Chapter Fourteen

Whiskey glanced around the bar. Things were calm and Hennessy was taking over the four pm shift until later. His dad and uncles were in charge of Bailey and Ezra because he and his woman were taking a ride.

The last week with Vivi’s former family safely in jail with no chance at bail had changed her outlook. The small lines of stress on her face had completely disappeared. She had a pros and cons list of what she wanted to do next.

His woman was finally getting to dream. He’d support whatever she wanted to do. If she wanted to stay home with the kids, he’d be ecstatic, but his job allowed him to work around any schedule. If she wanted to be full-time at the community college, he’d be a stay-at-home dad.

Tonight was about making Vivi know how much he loved her and couldn’t wait for what was next in their life. He’d been wanting to get her on his bike for a while, but he’d held off until it was safe. Crewe had packed a picnic basket for them.

They were going back to where it all started with a couple modifications. He hadn’t realized until he and his uncles talked that where Vivi had wrecked was technically their land. Oh, they didn’t farm it, they had it rented to a family who did, but their ownership allowed Whiskey to make a special place.

Vivi walked out of the bar side door wearing jeans, biker boots, and the leather jacket he’d bought her. Her hair was pulled into a low ponytail, and she was carrying her helmet.

“How am I supposed to take you for a ride when my dick’s hard enough to burst through my jeans?”

Her giggle and smile had him shaking his head at the woman who was his.

“Don’t you know that waiting makes the release all the sweeter?”

He straddled his bike and got on, waiting for Vivi to walk closer. As soon as she was in range, he tipped her toward him, claiming the lips he couldn’t get enough of.

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