Page 43 of Nova

“Well, now that we have a blushing bride, come on in and meet the rest of the family. You a size small? I’ll have her cut delivered to your house. Any special requests?” Abel sizes me up, and I cringe.

“Cut?” I ask, but Maddox just smiles down at me.

“Yeah, Dove for her road name, property of Nova.” What in the hell?

“Are you going to translate that into English? I don’t speak biker,” I hiss at him.

“I have a handbook. Come on in.” Abel holds the door open for us as we enter the building.

“The worst is over now, Dove. You can relax,” he whispers in my ear before he really looks around the room.

“If you say so.”

Chapter

Seventeen

NOVA

“What was that about relaxing?” Her voice makes me cringe.

The common room is full of bikers in all sorts of dress. No one is naked, but the clothes they’re putting on is the strange part.

“Um, Uncle Abel, what the fuck is going on?” He rolls his eyes at me.

“Ain’t you ever seen a man in drag before? Honestly, Nova, I thought you were the most opened minded member being a manwhore and all.” Fuck, here we go.

Every head in the room is on a swivel, and a few angry faces are about to explode in my defense, but it’s the petite brunette beauty sporting my ring on her finger who steps into his face with a finger pointed right at his nose.

“You sexist, judgmental prick. He is your blood! I will not stand here and let you insult my husband.” The room goes hushed.

“Well fuck, you’re a little firecracker, ain’t ya? Good job, Nova.” Abel grins at Simone, who’s huffing so hard I’m afraid she might nail him in the balls.

“Dove, he was testing you,” I say in her ear, but she shakes her head.

“No, I left one family of assholes behind. I am not joining another, so apologize to Maddox.” My eyes go wide as I step between them.

“No, your old lady is right. My sincerest apologies, ma’am. Welcome to the family.” She snorts and crosses her arms but nods in acceptance after a moment.

“Never a dull fucking moment.” I turn to see my Aunt Dorian watching the show.

“Pinky, get over and meet Nova’s bride!” Abel calls, and she arches an eyebrow.

“Your dad knows?” I kiss her cheek and ignore her question.

“I’m taking her tomorrow, but apparently, Abel has something more important than my honeymoon.” I narrow my eyes at the tech genius.

“I do! Now, ignore the guys. They’re getting ready for Dylan’s read-a-ton at the library.” Simone chuckles.

“You guys are doing Drag story hour?” They all say yes or nod as they slip into dresses.

“My wife does a weekend fundraiser for the library she runs,” Abel says proudly.

“And you force them to do this?” Simones waves at the room full of dresses, wigs, and shoes.

“Make them no. Encourage yes. We’re a lot more open-minded than you think. This club has always been inclusive and will remain so as long as I breath.” Abel’s tone turns severe but stays even and calm.

“And long after. Hello, I’m King, the President of all these assholes.” He smiles at my wife, who’s staring at his prosthetic.

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