He shifted on his feet, wrapping an arm around Piper’s shoulders.
If it was anyone else who touched her, I would have killed them already but not him or his brother. I trusted them with her life and prayed that they found the happiness they both deserved.
“I can never repay you for what you’ve done for us.” I looked back at Cyrus. “I want you to be my vice president.”
His eyes widened a touch. His head whipped around.
Sammy returned the look, a wide grin spreading on his face. “Don’t look at me. Wasn’t my idea.”
Piper laughed.
“But…” Cyrus cleared his throat. “You good?”
Sammy rolled his eyes. “I don’t want to be vice president, C. I’d rather be the enforcer anyway. Means I can get bloody.”
Laughter sounded around the room.
“You sure?” Cyrus asked me.
“I wouldn’t want anyone else. Not even fuckhead over here,” I nodded toward Sammy.
“Rude,” Sammy grumbled.
I chuckled. “Seriously though, Cyrus. You deserve it and I need you at my side. Both of you.”
Cyrus took the patch from between my fingers. “I’d be honored to be your VP.”
A round of cheers and hollers sounded around the room.
Cyrus and I ignored them and sewed the patches on our leather cuts. When we were done, he pulled me into his arms. “I love you, brother.”
“I love you too.” I clapped his back, squeezing him.
“Let me in here.” Sammy wrapped his arms around our shoulders.
My mom sniffled and muttered softly with the rest of the ladies.
Lifting my head, I found Piper standing beside us. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her into our little huddle.
She laughed lightly.
Along with my daughter and unborn baby, these three were my life. I would do anything for them, and I knew they would do the same for me.
It was a good day to be a biker but an even better day to be with the ones I loved.
My family.
THE END
