low

silence that followed was the stunne

ke they'd been slapped, the

with a genuine, relieved smile. Th

y limbs, leaving me shaky. I had won. From rejected bride

crisscrossed with the pale lines of old scars. A han

g my cold, trembling hand in his. His palm

m the stage, and I land

his fingers through mine, a clear,

re on our joined hands. I wasn't Har

is tone softer now. "Prez, this is... hasty. C

recisely because he is your son that you should. On the road, a

binding his blood to the club's honor wi

t that law is universal. He tarnished the club's honor. As hi

g his responsibility to the club's honor.

thing-appreciation-in his dark eyes. He hadn't

. "She's right. It's done.

other hand and patting it warmly.

ou've finally done something to make my life easier."

leather, her gaze like poison darts. No club patch on he

d Lady. A queen bee in the women's circ

grip on my hand tightened before he r

ceremony continues. But now, you're

er. "Music! Beer! Let's

men were deafening. It was a new party, a ne

gh the throng, away from the main hall and

, whiskey, and leather. An agg

and club honors. With every step, I felt the ol

ce a low rumble. "Remember what yo

e steady. "And you remember your pr

t. A low, noncommittal grunt was his only reply as