Lucky (Inked Menace MC #1): Shifter Biker Club
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After seeing what she was capable of, and knowing the atrocities she’d already overcome at such a young age, he simply pressed a kiss to her head and said, “Let’s go home, baby. We can work out all the details later.”
“I knew you’d be stubborn,” his little bird muttered under her breath. Then she snuggled deeper in to his chest, burrowing like a rabbit.
Lucky ignored that little bit of truth and said to Hammer, “I’ll take her back in the cage.” He tossed his keys to the prospect waiting by the van. To him Lucky said, “Don’t put a scratch on my bike. I’m trusting you.”
The prospect nodded solemnly and donned his helmet.
“Hey,” Cecelia said. “Why didn’t the Ice Rangers show up to the party last night? I meant to ask, but I got a little tied up.”
The club members laughed together at her pun, content from the bloodshed and happy they’d found her alive and well.
Brick, who’d waited about a hundred yards from the property and had been their backup plan should shit go south, spoke up. “When I talked to Darius, he said the four men, as well as a few others, killed the main guys from the Ice Rangers, so currently that threat is neutralized while they regroup.”
“Is Darius dealing with the other shifters involved?”
Brick nodded. “He said he’d call once it was taken care of.”
“Okay.”
Lucky placed his mate gently on the passenger seat and closed the door, then jogged to the driver’s side and slipped inside to start the vehicle.
Cecelia leaned her head back against the seat and he stroked her cheek, happy she was safe and whole.
“Now what?” her sleepy voice said.
Lucky’s hands griped the steering wheel so hard the leather creaked. “Now, love, we kill that asshole ex-husband of yours.”
Cecelia sighed. “Sounds like a plan,” his bird said, right before sleep claimed her.
Epilogue
“This just came by courier,” Hammer said and handed Cecelia an envelope.
Lucky grabbed three shot glasses from the bar and set them on the counter and poured.
“Okay,” she said and tapped the envelope against her hand, then glanced at Lucky with a brow raised.
“Here,” he said and offered her a shot. “You might want that.” He handed one to Hammer, then he and Hammer shared a silent communication with their eyes. Cecelia wanted to ask, but she figured the answer lay on the paper.
She swallowed and slid her cold fingers around the smooth glass and knocked the drink back, fire lancing her throat. She placed the empty glass down and tore open the envelope.
Dear Ms. Marks,
We regret to inform you that early Tuesday morning, Peter Matthews was killed in prison. No other news is available at this time.
Regretfully,
Warden Miller
Cecelia’s face whipped up and met the intense stare of her mate. He stood with his arms braced on the granite bar and waited for her reaction.
Tears fell and she ran around the counter then jumped into his arms, pressing kisses to his cheek, neck, and lips, overcome with emotion.
“Did you do this?” she whispered.
Lucky nodded, but it was Hammer who spoke. “It was a club decision. We voted and took care of the matter. You’re safe now.”
“Can you put me down?” Cecelia said to Lucky, who’d gripped her tight and breathed in her scent while rubbing her back. He relaxed and let her down.
She walked to Hammer, held out her hand, and said, “Thank you. Thank you for giving me my life back.”
Hammer coughed into his fist and nodded once. “What’s done is done. Justice has been served. Hopefully things will settle now.”
The rest of the club filed into the bar and a line of beers slid down the counter, courtesy of Lucky and the Prospect. Everyone grabbed one, then lifted their bottles and cheered.
“To Lucky and Cecelia. May you find peace.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Cecelia said and gulped. She turned to Lucky and reached down to lace their fingers together. “You’re mine now. My big, bad wolf.”
Lucky’s eyes heated and he wagged his brows over the rim of his bottle as he took a long swig. He licked his lips. “We’re each other’s.”
He bent toward her face, snatched the beer from her hand and set it on the bar, then scooped her into his arms and kissed her senseless.
“Forever,” he whispered. “My little bird.”
“So, how about a road trip?” Cecelia said when they came up for air. “I’d love for you to meet my parents.”
A lightness filled her heart, and for the first time, she felt like she was finally home.
The End
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