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“You’ve shown me a love that’s fierce and unyielding, a love that roars like the engine of your bike and whispers like the sweetest jazz notes in a quiet club. You’ve been my protector, my confidant, and my greatest champion, believing in me even when I struggled to believe in myself.

“I promise to always stand by your side, through every high and every low, just as you’ve stood by mine. I vow to cherish every moment we share. To laugh with you in times of joy and hold you close in times of sorrow.

“I will be your rock, your home, your greatest fan, and your partner in all things. Together, we’ll write a love story that defies the odds, a story of passion, loyalty, and endless adventure.

“Here’s to a lifetime of open roads, moonlit nights, and melodies that never end. I love you, now and forever.”

As I slip the platinum band we chose together on his finger, the world narrows to just the two of us. Everyone else fades into the background once more. The officiant begins to speak, but all I can focus on are Vapor’s eyes, the love, and the promise they hold.

“Blue, from the moment you walked into my life, you brought a song to my heart that I never knew I needed. Your voice, your spirit, your strength—they’ve become the rhythm that guides me, the melody that brings light to my darkest days.

“You’ve seen the real me behind the leather and the patches, and you’ve loved me unconditionally. You’ve stood by my side through every twist and turn, giving me the courage to face the world head-on. With you, I’ve found a love that’s as wild and free as the open road, and as deep and enduring as the bonds of brotherhood.

“I promise to protect you, to honor you, and to stand by you through every challenge that comes our way. I vow to be your rock, your shelter, and your greatest ally. I will cherish every moment with you, from the quiet nights to the roaring adventures, and everything in between.

“Together, we’ll ride through life’s storms and bask in its sunshine, creating a story of love, loyalty, and endless passion. You are my greatest love, my partner in crime, and my forever. I love you, now and always.”

When he slips the ring onto my finger, a cheer erupts from our friends and family, their joy palpable. I can’t help but laugh, the sound bright and free, as he pulls me into his arms for our first kiss as husband and wife.

His touch, both tender and electrifying, ignites a firestorm in my soul. As he leans in closer, the warmth of his breath caresses my cheek. Everything slows down, each second stretching into eternity. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but it’s a sweet torment, one that I’ve been dreaming of for what feels like forever.

Then, finally, his lips meet mine. It’s a soft kiss at first, as if both of us are savoring the moment, committing every detail to memory. But as our lips move together, the kiss deepens, growing more passionate, more urgent.

The world around us erupts into cheers and applause, but it all seems distant, like background music to our own private symphony. All I can focus on is him—the way he holds me, the way his lips feel against mine, the way my heart seems to burst with love and joy.

As we pull back just enough to rest our foreheads together, I know this is the beginning of our greatest adventure yet. Surrounded by the people who mean the most to us, in this perfect moment, under the clear blue sky of a New Orleans fall, I know we’ve found our forever.

The reception rages far into the night. I’m moving through our guests, stopping to thank each one for coming when I catch Vapor talking shop with Ice. I move closer so I can overhear what they’re talking about. They don’t share club business with anyone outside the club, including old ladies, so the only way I know anything is by listening in when I’m not supposed to.

“Broussard’s still in the wind. No sign of him,” Ice says to Vapor.

“We’ll find him eventually. We always do.” Vapor shrugs.

“I doubt we’ll ever see the money we gave him to launder. Not that it was ours to being with,” Fang says.

“The money’s as good as gone. But we’ll be seeing Broussard again. Word is, his alliance with Vasquez is stronger than ever.” Diablo rubs his beard.

“That prick’s going to be a thorn in our side until we kill him,” Bones says.

“Should be our top priority.” Tank sniffs.

“We’ll get him and Broussard. The cartel’s days are numbered. I haven’t forgotten what they did to Demi. They’ll pay. But let’s talk about this shit later. Tonight, I want to party.” Vapor grins, motioning to a prospect to bring him another beer.

I step out of the shadows and wrap an arm around my husband’s waist.“Sweetie, I’m going to need you inside for a minute.”

“Does he need a whole minute?” Bones asks, snickering.

“More like thirty seconds,” Ice ribs him.

“Shut the fuck up, assholes,” Vapor says, laughing.

“Don’t worry. The beer will still be here when you get done consummating the marriage,” Diablo says in that gruff voice that still scares the hell out of me. However, there’s a tinge of humor in it that I don’t often hear from him. I can’t help but smile.

“I’ll have him back in three minutes tops.” I smirk, getting in on the fun.

“Babe, when have I ever been three minutes? More like an hour,” Vapor growls in a low, sexy tone.

“Prove it.” I raise a brow before grabbing up the pink skirt of my gown and racing for the back door.

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