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My chest tightens as guilt washes over me. She’s going to marry Broussard to protect me and the club. My woman is going to attach herself to that scumbag today. The wedding’s today!

“Shit!”

I leap out of bed, grabbing my cut off the back of the chair and getting dressed in record time. I stuff my gun in my cut.

If I’m going to stop this wedding, I’ll need help from my brothers.

Charging down the hallway of the hotel, I bang on doors and shout their names.“Ice! Bones! Fang! Tank! Diablo! Get your asses up!”

In minutes, they’re gathered around me, bleary-eyed but alert. Ice squints at me, running his hand through his platinum hair.“What’s going on? Were we hit again?”

“No, but Blue… she left me a note,” I say, my voice cracking.“She’s marrying that bastard Broussard today.”

Their eyes widen, and I can see the fire igniting in them.

“Like hell she will,” Ice growls, his silver-blue eyes blazing with determination. Bones, Fang, Diablo and Tank nod in agreement, ready to stand by me.

“We don’t know where the wedding’s being held. She never mentioned it to me. I never asked because, why the fuck would I? She was never supposed to marry him.” My hands ball into fists.

Fang pushes his glasses up his nose, already pulling out his phone.“Probably somewhere prestigious, knowing her father.”

“Church,” Bones says, rubbing his beard.“He’d want it in a church. Where did Blue’s sister get married?”

“Good question,” Ice says, turning to Fang.“Find out.”

“Got it,” Fang says, tapping away on his phone.“Lacy’s wedding was at the cathedral.”

“Then that’s where we’ll start,” I say, my voice hard and determined.“We need to load up on guns and ammo before we go. They’re not going to let me take her from them without a fight. Blue’s father probably has armed guards, so we need to be ready for battle.”

“Brother, we’re with you,” Ice says, clapping me on the shoulder.“You claimed Blue. She’s your woman, and we’ll help you get her back.”

“Thank you,” I say, feeling a surge of gratitude for these men who have become my family.“Let’s go get her.”

My heart pounds as I lead the formation of twenty-five patched members, each one a brother willing to fight and die for our cause. The roar of engines fills the air, and I can feel the power of the motorcycle club behind me. Each man is willing to go to war for me, no questions asked. Together we’re unstoppable.

We arrive at the warehouse where the club keeps extra guns and ammo. Ice and Bones immediately jump into action, coordinating the distribution of weapons to the other members. I look around at these fierce men who have chosen to stand by me today, and I know we’re going to save Blue from her worst nightmare. There’s no fucking way I’m going to let that wedding happen.

“Listen up, brothers,” I say, my voice cutting through the noise.“We’re going to that church to my woman. I want to avoid casualties as much as possible, but if anyone tries to stop us from getting her out of there, you have my permission to take them down.”

A chorus of yells rings out as they pledge their allegiance to me. I nod, satisfied with their commitment.“Mount up. We ride out now.”

Minutes later, the cathedral looms before us, an imposing structure filled with stained glass windows and over two centuries of secrets. I dismount my bike and pull my gun from my cut, feeling the cold steel in my hand.

As I stalk up the steps of the cathedral, my spine stiffens. Before entering, I signal for the others to go around to the side and back entrances, ensuring Broussard won’t be able to whisk Blue out of a rear exit.

I slip inside the cathedral. I’m immediately struck by the sheer number of people gathered for this sham of a wedding. Every socially important family in New Orleans is present. Even the mayor is here.

My ears pick up on Blue’s voice reciting marriage vows to Broussard. Her tone sounds dead and devoid of any passion. The pain in her voice cuts deep, making the fire within me burn hotter than ever. She deserves so much more than Broussard could ever give her.

The sight of Blue standing beside Broussard at the altar makes my heart clench and my blood boil. I can’t let this happen to her. I take a deep breath, readying myself for what’s to come. Walking down the aisle, I act as if I have every right to be there.

As I pass each pew, people in the audience gasp and whisper, their shock palpable. I’m not dressed like them. There’s nothing fancy about my jeans and cut. I’m not hiding who I am the way they are. I’m a biker, through and through, and it’s about time everyone found out what happens when you cross me.

“Who’s that?” someone murmurs behind me.

“Jesus, he’s armed,” another voice hisses.

A couple of smarter people get up and leave, knowing better than to stick around for the impending chaos. I know my men will let anyone who isn’t Broussard, Blue, or her father leave, so I’m not worried about them. My focus is on rescuing Blue from this hell she’s been forced into.

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