Page 26 of Pearl (Royal Harlots MC, Phoenix, Az. #1)
E xactly seven days later, we’re getting hitched.
Carver knows what he wants and he’s not about to let me slip through his fingers and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
We’ve spent our entire lives alone, maybe with friends, but not with a matching soul who wants you scars and all, doesn’t worry about the good and the bad, or the past, just wants a life with you and a future.
And I’ll take that kind of love over anything and my ladies are happy as fuck for me and Carver.
If I thought they were going to be salty, mistrusting or anything else about a man finding a place in my heart, they weren’t.
No, these ladies cheered us on, and when Carver carried me downstairs to celebrate after telling everyone I was gonna be his ol’ lady, not one of the ladies didn’t have my back.
Everyone cheered, toasted a bottle of beer, and began to sing in a roar of off-key joy.
I glance down at my long lacy white dress and black biker boots and roll up the sleeves on my jean jacket before inhaling a deep breath, readying myself for the ride up to the altar with the Harlots behind me. Today is the day.
I don’t give two fucks if I’m not a virgin anymore in the traditional sense.
Carver’s the only man who has ever had my heart, ever made me feel the emotion of love, and for him, I’ll wear fucking white.
One look at Carver, already seated on his bike by the makeshift altar outside the clubhouse, and my heart expands.
His crystalline blue eyes meet mine, and the ride to him is going to be the most important of my life.
To bind myself to my person, my soulmate, and my future.
No one would have thought months ago that I would be getting married, especially me. But he showed me what love really is, earned my trust, and gave me his heart and wants to give me his name. I don’t have to think twice, starting my engine, revving it up loud and proud.
I ride slowly past each of the Phoenix Crew and a few of the Royal Bastards from Tucson who came in for the ceremony as a show of solidarity and comradery to the newest chapter until I reach his best man, Lucky. A friend who’s been by his side through thick and thin and has his back no matter what.
It gives me comfort that now Carver and Lucky will belong to a MC club and will never have to ride alone.
In his job for the crew, he’ll still make those canyon runs, but now every one of them will always have his back, watching and keeping him safe.
Lucky gives me a wink from his seat next to Carver, who waits patiently for his bride.
I reach Carver, happier than I’ve ever been as Onyx sits astride her bike as matron of honor, and the Harlots stand behind me, straddling their freshly polished and shiny rides while I glide into place beside my man.
Hawg, soon to be president of the Royal Bastards, Phoenix Chapter, stands in front of the two of us and begins the ceremony to bind our lives together once and for all.
When it’s time for the ring, Carver slips a sterling silver band on my finger that matches the one I place on his, with the single word engraved on the back of each, mine .
And when Hawg says, “You may kiss your ol’ lady,” every single person behind us, Harlots, Phoenix Crew, and Royal Bastards alike revs their engines and begins whistling as Carver captures my lips in a kiss that takes my breath away and tells me more than any words can say, but still, he tells me just the same.
“I love you, Pearl Carver. You are mine.”
Ready to find out what happens when Onyx uncovers the truth about Shine’s boyfriend, and gets herself indebted to Hawg, the new President of the Royal Bastards, Phoenix Chapter, in the most sinful of ways?
Onyx
Riding is my life, the Harlots are my blood, and I live for them both. And no one stands in my way.
The women in the Royal Harlots Motorcycle Club are my family. Far closer than any blood relatives could be.
You mess with them, and you’ll deal with me, VP of the club.
They’ve always got my back, and I have theirs. Loyalty, no questions asked, and no matter what.
Hawg Dawson
Prez of the Royal Bastards, Phoenix Chapter, and known as one of the biggest badasses around, I don’t put up with much from anyone. You mess with me, my crew, or anyone I protect, and you won’t live to see another day.
I don’t start anything, far from it, but I won’t shy away from trouble when it comes knocking on my door.
Especially when the pretty little Harlot doll with a body made for sin finds herself in a jam with a biker club who’s been edging for another rumble.
Onyx is known for taking care of herself and her lady riders. An ice maiden with bright green eyes who doesn’t have the time of day for any man.
At least that’s what she wants me to believe.
But I’ve felt the looks, the heat and electricity between us even as she curses my name.
She may not want or need a protector, but Onyx is going to be mine.
I’ll burn down the world and anyone in it to protect my queen from the storm heading her way. Because the mafia has learned all about what she’s done, and they want to make her pay.
The Royal Harlots are part of the Royal Bastards MC world.
This biker and mafia entangled mission includes biker slang, steam, violence, and trafficking.
A fierce female biker who will take on the world and an over-the-top protector who will unleash absolute chaos on anyone who even whispers her name. Keep reading Onyx.