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I'm behind the curtain on the stage. No one's going to be on the stripper poles today.
Well, there's a party afterwards, so maybe, but at least not yet.
Meghan's here too, squeezing my hand tight. She's my bridesmaid or whatever you want to call it. I decided I wanted a little support up here.
“You're going to be fine. You look beautiful.”
Virgin white isn't really much of a thing in biker weddings, I've learned, at least not here, but I'm wearing a dress at least, a flowy number that's silky black with shimmering dark blue pleats if I shake it a little. It leaves my shoulders bare, and gives me a little more cleavage than most wedding dresses do, but it makes me feel sexy. And when I've got three big men to keep happy, I'll play on everything I've got.
I mean, I could come out there in a potato sack and Crocs on my feet and they'd still declare me their old lady before they drag me upstairs and peel it all off me, but I like making them happy. Just like they do the same for me.
Meghan gives me a little nudge. “It's time.”
The music playing is a thumping rock song that'd probably be better suited for a stripper number than a wedding, but that's okay. It fits the vibe. I step out from behind the curtain, clutching Meghan's hand like I'm going to tear it off.
Reaper, Mack and Scrapper are there waiting for me, and I've never seen their eyes look so freaking huge.
“Holy shit,” Scrapper says, and I don't think he even realizes he said it out loud.
Mack leans close to Eagle-eye. “We better make this quick. Unless you want things to get dirty right here on stage.”
They look good too. They've got leather cuts on, oiled and shiny, over crisp white button down shirts, new jeans and polished motorcycle boots. Mack's trimmed his beard smooth and Reaper's sides are freshly shaved. Scrapper whispered to me earlier that he'd put on his most festive nipple rings, and while I have absolutely no idea what that's supposed to mean, I'm sure I'll find out afterwards. They're still bikers, but dressed up for the occasion. That's fine. They're what I want.
Gathered around the tables in the audience section below the stage are most of the club, bikers, old ladies and some of the older kids, along with a few especially invited guests. I was actually a little surprised that Meghan’s roommates Carrie and Liz decided to show, but I guess they were curious enough to override their worry about being in a biker bar. Danny's here too, of course. He and Mack have had some good talks, but I have no idea what his plans are yet. He’s still staying in the clubhouse, and after six years in prison, he's allowed some time to figure it out. Next to him is Ella, who had to promise to leave work outside the bar if she was going to come. I sent invitations to Mom and Dad, letting them know Danny would be here, and I got no reply. I’ll leave the door open for the future, but I’m not giving up what I have to try and chase their approval.
Only so much I can do about that, unfortunately.
Eagle-eye clears his throat and the music quiets. “Ladies and… the rest of you.” He waves his hand dismissively. “We're here today, because—once again—some clever lady has decided that she wants to spend the rest of her days with three of our boys. One is bad enough if you ask me, but three? Good luck, girl. You’re going to need it.”
Yep, not your ordinary wedding. It's my signal to walk up to the guys and stand with them.
Eagle-eye turns to me first. “Mila, I have to admit that you worry me.”
Uh, what?
“More than one of our old ladies has brought danger to the club, but you? You have a nose for trouble, and if it wasn't for you, my little girl would never have been nearly gunned down by a bunch of filthy mercs at the Channel 7 studios.”
Oh. Right. I didn't think that was where we were heading, but…
He shrugs. “Luckily, bored men are the ones that give me the biggest headaches, and I doubt you’ll ever let these poor bastards have a dull day in their lives so it might be a good investment. Just don't let it fucking happen again, you hear me?” He waits like he's actually waiting for a response.
“Uh, yes, sir. I'll do my best.”
He snorts a laugh. “Sir. Kids these days. Anyway, since you're still here and haven't kicked Reaper, Scrapper and Mack out on their asses instead, I assume you wanna go through with this. It's serious business, and don't let anyone tell you any different. They're gonna expect you to be faithful to them and the club, to be there for them when they need you, and to accept that the life of a blooded member of the Screaming Eagles MC doesn’t always make them the easiest partners. We expect you to put up with that shit. Do you promise to do this for them?”
Wedding vows aren't all that different in the end, just how you phrase them. “I promise. Always.”
He nods with a grunt, then turns to the boys. “And you three. I've got high expectations. More importantly, Mila's got high expectations. You better not fuck it up.”
They all nod.
“I'm personally counting on you three to keep Mila safe, to support her when she needs it and show her what a Screaming Eagles man is good for when she needs it. Assume you take my drift. You're gonna protect your girl, you're gonna love your girl, and when she decides she's had enough for a while, you're gonna give your girl space and not be an asshole about it. No fucking around either or I'm gonna personally keelhaul you fuckers twice around the damn compound. Clear? This is a commitment for life.”
“Clear, Prez,” says Reaper while Scrapper and Mack nod solemnly.
“Good. Then let everyone in the club remember that Mila is property of the Fixer Uppers over here. Mess around with her, and we'll show you where the damn exit from the club is, as we kick your ass through it.” Faith laughs down in the audience when she realizes that they've been named after the social media account she made for them. The guys just shrug. “Alright people. Get drunk. Have fun. Go upstairs and fuck. I don't care.”
The guys look at me, and I'm pretty sure we might just skip the drinking. The grand reopening of the Eagles' Roost turned out to be really convenient.
