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“You know if something happens to Haze, the bakery, and all his money goes to you,” Suit says, pulling out a chair and sitting with his legs spread and hands threaded together like some mafia leader. He’s not in his suit and tie for once. No, tonight he’s not the lawyer but the biker in all black and leather. His cut looks good on him.

“I don’t need his money,” I reply, wondering if that’s what he’s getting at. I’m not a gold digger. I haven’t asked a man for anything in my life, and I’m not about to start now.

His steel-gray eyes are framed by thick black lashes. “He wrote this will years ago when he bought the bakery.”

My eyes widen in surprise as I look back down at the slices. I get what he’s telling me. Haze was always going to give me everything. Even if he had never spoken to me again, and our last contact was the kiss he gave me when I was sixteen.

“He loves you.”

“And I adore him.”

He’s silent for a few moments. “When are you going to look me in the eyes again?”

“I look you in the eyes,” I reply, frowning. I mean, I’ve been avoiding him, but I just did for a few short seconds.

“Give me your eyes, Cupcake,” he orders, and I twist my neck to look at him.

He nods to the chair next to him. Fuck, he’s bossy. I sit down and arch my brows, silently urging him to hurry up and speak. “I don’t want you avoiding me anymore. It’s getting old. Yeah, you saw me, and I saw you. It was hot both times. You don’t need to be shy about it. I like watching, and so do many others here in the clubhouse. Don’t overthink it. No one is shy around here.”

“I’ve noticed.” And I didn’t think I was either. In fact, no one who knows me would use the word shy to describe me. I’ve been with a fair few men, but I’ve never done anything like this. I watched Suit in his bed, that woman riding him. I didn’t have to look, but I did. And yeah, it made me uncomfortable, but it also turned me on.

A lot.

“Okay, just don’t tease me about it because I don’t think I could handle that,” I admit, and he laughs, his eyes crinkling. “Especially in front of other people.”

“Deal. It will be our secret that Haze caught himself a sexy, kinky baker.” He winks, standing up and offering me his hand. “Come on, let’s get a drink.”

“Okay, but you carry out the slices.”

He takes the tray, and we head out to the bar, running into Ora on the way. She arches a brow when she sees Suit standing next to me. “There you are. Haze was looking for you.”

My brow furrows when I see Haze standing up on the stage he usually sings on, with their prez, Rome, and War on either side of him.

“Is he singing tonight?” I ask Ora, who squeezes my hand.

The music cuts off, and Prez speaks. “All right, everyone, we’re all here for another Serpents’ celebration. Haze here has decided to take an old lady and wanted to make it official. Lu! Come on up here,” he calls out, winking at me.

Oh boy.

Ora nudges me, laughing. “Go up there!”

She leads me through the crowd to the stage, where Haze lifts and kisses me, making a show of it. The crowd cheers. He smiles when he ends the kiss, taking a women’s size leather cut from War and lifting it for me to see. It has ‘Property of Haze’ on the back, along with the Serpents of Chaos patch. My name, ‘Luella,’ is written on the front, along with a little patch of a pink cupcake. It’s cute and badass, and, oh my God, I’m really his old lady. He slides it on me, and there are more cheers and catcalls.

“Luella, I’ve been in love with you since I was a teenager. You’ve always been mine, and I’ve always been yours. Now it’s official. You look so fucking sexy with my patch on you, baby,” he growls, kissing me again, turning me around so my back is to everyone so they can see his name on me.

It’s a claiming move.

I’m his.

“My heart is breaking,” Lore yells out, making me laugh.

“Serpents, show her how we welcome her,” Prez calls out, and I remember this moment from when Ora was given her property cut. I just never thought this would be happening to me.

The men all line up in front of me, and Suit happens to be first. He smiles at me, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “I’ll protect you with my life, keep your secrets, and always leave my door open for you,” he replies with a straight face. The bastard.

Lore is behind him, his violet eyes filled with pride, happiness, and his usual amusement. He kisses my hand, then starts to trail the kisses up my wrist until Haze comes up and pulls me away from him.

“Sorry, got a bit carried away. Cupcake, I’ll protect you. Die for you. Eat with you. Get a concussion with you. I’ll fight Haze if you ever want me to?—”