Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 76915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
A vision in silver silk walked towards us. No. She floated.
Mishka was a literal angel.
“You don’t deserve her,” Preacher said reverently. I had to agree. I grunted, feeling too possessive for words.
Anastasia and Mishka stopped at the back of the rows of chairs my staff had set up. My cousin and her toddler took a basket of flower petals and waited for the music to start. It was bare bones, but my staff had proven to be incredibly resourceful and expedient.
They’d even found a small arch for us to be married beneath, and used flowers from the estate to decorate it with an explosion of artfully trailing flowers. That and feeding an entire wedding party with less than an hour’s notice meant that the employees of the entire estate was getting a raise.
A very generous raise.
Not that I could think about anything other than making Mishka mine, once and for all. This was a permanent solution. We would be together for life.
I could not wait to begin that story with her.
She was mine and I would be damned if I ever let her go.
I had never loved anyone the way I loved her, and I knew I never would. She was the center of my world. She excited me, thrilled me, and brought me peace. Everything was better with my girl around. I wanted only her. A thousand beautiful women could be paraded in front of me and I would not even notice.
She was the most precious, remarkable, special, adorable, sweet, and sexy woman that ever walked the earth, and I loved her, and only her.
And someday, I hoped to love the children we created together. But she would always come first. I would live and die for her. For the rest of my life, and beyond, if I had anything to say about it.
Music played, from where I had no idea. It was the piece she had played for me in Brooklyn. I shivered as she started down the aisle once everyone had taken a seat, and Vice and my brothers stepped behind me as Preacher and I waited for my bride-to-be.
My whole life had led me to this moment and I could not be more grateful.
I could not tear my eyes away from the exquisitely beautiful woman walking towards me, to be mine to protect and to serve, forever.
Finally, she came to stand beside me, giving me a shy, sweet, and astonishingly sexy smile. How could I want to ravage her in the middle of a group of almost fifty outlaw bikers? But I did. Somehow, I did.
I was staring at her hungrily when Preacher began to speak.
“We are gathered here today to marry this incredibly lovely and naive young woman to this very, very bad man.”
I heard my bride make a strangled sound as my startled gaze flew to the grizzled biker standing in front of us. I narrowed my eyes at him, realizing that I could not kill him. Yet.
I had heard about his outrageous behavior at weddings, even that he went so far as to put his lips and hands on the women. He had been punched, threatened, and even been thrown in a lake by one of the Devil’s Riders, from what I’d been told. It had all seemed amusing.
Until now.
I looked at Mishka as Preacher continued. I was more than a little worried she would run. God knows I had given her enough reasons to.
She was a beautiful, brilliant woman. Any man alive would be grateful to have her by his side. I knew I could be a good man for her, but Preacher was right.
I had been a very bad man for a very long time.
“Despite my deep misgivings, I will ask you this, miss. Do you take this dastardly and craven man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, for the rest of your life?”
Mishka bit back a giggle. I exhaled. She wasn’t scared or angry. She was laughing.
“I do.”
My whole world fell into place. A tremendous feeling of peace washed over me. She had said yes.
“And do you, you devil, promise to protect ad provide for this glorious angel for the rest of your life?”
He barely had the chance to ask me the same before I said loudly and with great emphasis “I do.”
He paused, looking displeased. He sighed dramatically. Then he brightened.
“Does anyone have any reason that these two should not be joined in holy matrimony?” A pause. No one said anything. “What about you God? Right now, would be a great time for a bolt of lightning.”
He looked skyward and everyone laughed.
“Fine,” he said with another heaving sigh. “Then I have no choice but to pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride,” he added, giving me a sly wink.
I did not have to be told twice.