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“Thank you,” I said, pulling my hair out of the jacket and flicking it over my shoulders.

“Come on,” he grinned, grabbing my hand and dragging me over to his motorbike.

Every person we passed shouted out their congratulations, all of them grinning excitedly.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I pulled the helmet over my head.

“I’m taking you on your first drive as my official old lady,” he said, stepping one leg over the bike.

I hopped on behind him and scooted close, wrapping my arms around his body as best I could. He was so fucking large, my arms didn’t meet in the middle, so once again I was clutching at his sides.

He kicked off with a roar, followed by horns blazing behind us, as well as whoops, whistles, and claps.

I closed my eyes and leaned my body against Dante’s back, my cheek resting between his shoulder blades. He reached up to give my hand a quick squeeze before he held the motorbike again and drove faster.

We flew past The Greasy Spoon, and I had a small chuckle to myself as I thought back to how far we had come since then.

It seemed like no time at all had passed, and yet it had also felt like a lifetime. So much had happened in such a short space of time, it was almost impossible to remember what my life had been like before I entered that small café, and everything had changed forever.

And then, like a roaring stampede, I heard the noise from behind us.

The blazing horns, the whistling, the roar of the engines. I pulled back from Dante slightly and twisted my head to look behind me.

Holy fucking shit.

Every member of the Devil’s Disciples Leeds charter was following behind us. Crash in front, with Kitty on his back. Lord knew what he had said to cheer her up, but no one else would have been riding on the back of his bike.

Zach, Hacksaw, Shark, and Vienna were behind them, with Jenna on Shark’s bike, and every other member of the club falling into formation behind them.

They followed us onto the motorway, all of them still roaring their approval in whatever way they could, officially welcoming me to the club in their own way.

I saw Vienna pull away from the crowd, roaring his engine as he pushed to catch up with us. He pulled alongside Dante’s motorbike, pushed up the visor of his helmet, and grinned at me. He pointed to Dante, brought his middle finger and indexfinger to his lips in a V shape, flicked his tongue between them, and then pointed at me, before giving us both a thumbs up.

I laughed, shaking my head at him as he pulled back, joining the others as they turned off the motorway to head back home. I squeezed Dante even tighter, my heart feeling fuller than I could ever remember.

I truly did feel as though I had been accepted here. These people did not care about my past, what I had done, or who I had harmed. I was welcome here, and I had never really felt as though I was welcome anywhere.

Dante kept going until we reached an exit, turning off to take us onto the country roads. He came to a stop under a tree and turned the engine off.

“What are we doing?” I asked, pulling the helmet off.

“We,” he said, grinning wickedly. “Are about to consummate your old lady status before you change your mind.”

Chapter 33

Rachel

I swallowed heavily as Dante climbed off the bike and grabbed hold of my leg, spinning me around until I was facing him.

He stood between my legs, wrapping my thighs around his hips, and pulled me slightly closer until our bodies were flush together. He grinned at me for a split second before he reached up and pushed the visor of his helmet back down.

“What are you doing?” I breathed, seeing myself reflected in his helmet.

“I want you to look at yourself and see what a mess I’m making of you,” he replied, gently pushing down on my chest and manoeuvring my body until I was leaning back against the handles of the bike.

Without saying a word, he scooped his hands under my body and pulled the leggings and underwear over my hips. I held my breath as he slipped them down my legs, watching myself in his visor when he bent low to pull them over my feet.

“These are staying on, too,” he said, popping my heels back on my feet. His voice was muffled by the helmet, but I could still picture his devilish grin as clear as day.

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