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Wasn’t till the door closed that I realized I'd be by myself for the night. I fell backward onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Our future was so unsure, but I knew one thing, and that one thing kept me going. I loved him.

Chapter 48

Abby

Fear was creeping through me, wrapping around every blood vessel, causing me to panic. My whole body felt like it was shaking as I stepped into the wedding dress. Kim pulled it up. The strapless, short black dress made of silk was beautiful. It had sparkles lining the top half of my breasts. Kim had excellent taste.

My makeup had been done earlier this morning by Kim. My hair, which was curled and hanging low and free, was done by one of Kim’s friends. I looked in the mirror, and I could honestly say I didn’t look like me. I looked like something you would see in a magazine. Not something you would be expecting at a biker’s wedding. After all, on the weddings I had attended for bikers, the girls normally weren’t wearing much, and the biker normally didn’t love them. Well, as far as I knew anyway.

Reaper’s and my love was strong and fearless. We had faced disaster after disaster and came out fighting. Now we were going to be facing our next challenges as a married couple. I gulped. And possibly parents, if everything went smoothly.

In this very moment as I stared at myself in the mirror, I wondered what Kade was doing. If he was as nervous as me.

It was stupid. He loved me. I loved him. This clearly was the next step. My heart fluttered as I looked across the room. On the nightstand were two rings. Our wedding rings. Taking a shaky breath, I ran a hand through my hair. I could do this.

“You ok, Abby?”

I looked at Kim. “Yep.”

She gave me a stern look. “Looks like you’re freaking out.”

I took a calming breath in. “Not at all.” A smile graced my lips. “Just can’t believe I’m about to do this. I swore I would never marry a biker.”

Kim smiled at me and handed me twelve long-stemmed roses. “He’s no biker. He’s your soldier.”

My eyes widened, and she was dead right. Reaper might be a biker, but when it came to me, he was my soldier. My every worry just eased knowing I was sharing it with him. He would always put me first. Even now, as of tomorrow when he rides out, he will be riding out because of me. Because I was in danger. Because he loved me.

Suddenly I wasn’t feeling that nervous. I was filled with happiness and ready to make the next move in our relationship. Marriage. Who knew it would happen to me?

***

The lot had been cleared of bikes and cars. Instead, white chairs were placed on each side, with a clear path down the middle leading to an arch that was decorated with roses and ribbons. It created a picture you would see in a magazine. Not what you would see at a biker’s clubhouse.

Then again, the guests that filled the chairs weren’t wearing suits. Instead, their leathers had been cleaned, and they had maybe had a shower this morning. The girls with them were wearing their best dress and had makeup to match.

I glanced up at Dad and held on tighter to his arm.

“Didn’t ever picture doing this,” he muttered under his breath and met my eye. “You alright, darling?”

“Yeah, Dad. I’m fine.” I leaned up on my high heels and whispered in his ear. “Please don’t let me trip.” I was deadly serious.

The music started to play, and my eyes were drawn up the path. He was standing at the end next to Brad. His leathers were clean, no road dirt. He didn’t have a cigarette or beer in hand. He was standing proud to his full height. His broad shoulders only defined his presence more. He looked bigger, tougher, and fitter than Brad. In fact, he looked like a Greek god and when his eyes met mine, it wasn’t my feet leading me to him. I was floating to him, his eyes pulling me toward him.

My hands left Dad’s arm, and my hand slipped into his extended hand. It felt like home. He pulled me in. His fingers locked with mine while his other hand ran down my spine and he pulled me in closer.

It was the preacher clearing his voice that made us part a bit. Just a tiny bit. But it was the blooming grin that filled his face that had me smiling.

Reaper, true to his character, ignored the preacher.

“You ok?” he whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

Was I ok? I was far from it. I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy in one moment. I nodded my head. “You?”

His smirk was foolish and made my heart beat faster. “Yeah, baby. We’re good.” His hand left my back, and the back of his knuckles ran down my cheek. “Let’s get this done so I can have you back in my bed.” His voice was husky and deep. “You shouldn’t be wearing something so fucking hot.”

He was so direct and straight to the point, not holding back his desire. I cracked a smirk. “Yeah well, you look pretty damn handsome yourself.”

He cupped my cheek and slowly pulled my head closer to his. The kiss was going to happen. Fuck, a blind man could see it. But seeing as a blind man could see it coming, so could my father.