We pull into the compound and I’m excited to get busy celebrating my new life. When I go to take my helmet off after Braxxon shuts the Harley off, he turns his body and stops my hands. I drop them, and his hands go to unstrap the helmet. He pulls it off and tosses it to the ground. His hands cup my cheeks and his eyes search mine.

“I’m okay,” I assure him.

“Awesome c’mon baby.” He helps me off the bike before he climbs off. “Things are gonna be different now aren’t they?” he asks as we walk towards the clubhouse.

I jump on his back, wrapping my legs tightly around him. “Yeah,” I whisper before biting on his earlobe. “Now give me a ride.”

“Oh I’ll give you a ride, Angel.” He chuckles.

“Shut up. I wanna celebrate.”

“Yes ma’am.”

As we walk through the hallway and into the community room, we’re greeted by a bunch of pissed off biker bitches. I slide off Braxxon’s back, walk over, and hug Berry who is smiling at me.

“You look better, sweetie,” she murmurs into my hair. I pull away and wink at her.

“I feel better.”

“Fanfuckintastic news everyone,” Braxxon shouts. “Lockdown is over tomorrow.”

Hoots and hollers break out, and I walk back over to him, interrupting his chat with Dizzy and whisper. “What about Snake?”

“We can keep an eye on him, baby. We just couldn’t find PP. Don’t worry; we’ll deal with Snake when the time comes.”

“Okay.”

“Excuse me bitch, but we were talking.”

I look over at this Dizzy character and roll my eyes.

“Diz… let it go,” Braxxon says underneath his breath.

“Let it go? Seriously? You let this bitch in on club business. When is that ever okay?”

I snap. I grab her by her throat and throw her against the wall behind her. I squeeze tightly as her hands grip my arm trying to fight me off.

“Angel, no.” Braxxon tries coaxes me. Members are screaming for me to stop but I can’t. I’m so sick of everyone making assumptions.

“The club business was my business you cunt! We rectified a situation that happened to me. Don’t you dare think for one second you know exactly what was happening just because you wear a Breakneck cut! You have no f**king idea what’s going on,” I scream squeezing harder. “And as long as I’m around, you won’t be f**king him again,” I hiss giving her neck one more hard squeeze before I let go.

“You’re a crazy bitch,” she chokes.

“After tonight, that’s a fair assessment,” I laugh.

“Angel, we’ve gotta talk about your manners. I mean are you gonna go around choking everyone I’ve slept with? Because that would take a while, baby,” Braxxon teases.

“Braxxon, I’m headed that way,” I point to Bom Bom snorting a few lines. “I wanna have fun tonight.”

“Alright baby,” he says kissing the side of my hair before turning his attention back to Dizzy.

I make my way over to crazy Bom Bom and she looks up smiling before breaking me down a few lines.

“Things go right?” she asks.

She knows better than to ask anything else. I’m not stupid so I just nod my head in a yes manner.

“Good, here ya go baby.” She hands me a half cut straw.

I snort three lines, throw my head back, and snort again, letting the snow flow through my body making this night whole and completed.

“You excited about lockdown being over,” I say as I take a seat and pour a glass of whiskey.

“I practically live here anyway. They just worry about me so they keep me around during lockdown. The guys, whether you believe it or not, care about us,” she says as she focuses on cutting up another line.

“Dad, I’m sick of being stuck in lockdown,” Tatiana screams. Shit, when did ZZ get back?

“Tatiana, I swear on all that’s holy, if you sass me again girl, I’m taking away your car,” he growls from behind me.

“You wouldn’t. Grandma Berry wouldn’t let you, so try again,” she smarts off.

I look over at Bom Bom and we both start cracking up.

“What the f**k do you think is funny? Just wait until you have kids,” he roars stomping away.

“I’m not having kids,” I say simply as I down some whiskey.

“Likewise chicka, likewise.” Bom Bom agrees.

“Winter!” Sniper shouts.

I turn around and he’s walking towards me with a bag of gummy bears. Dang, they were fast dealing with PP. I smile at him until I see Braxxon walking up to him.

“What the f**k is this shit?” he yells playfully at Sniper, yanking the bag away from him.

“Well I figured she might want some bears you know,” he smirks.

“Go away bro,” Braxxon teases him before walking over to me and sitting in the stool on the other side of me.

“Hey baby, I got you something,” Braxxon grins, his piercings biting into his lip and his gray eyes piercing mine.

“Did you?” I laugh.

“Mmm… I did, but it’ll cost ya,” he says as he taunts me with the bag.

“And what will it cost me?” I play along.

“A kiss. One of those Angel ones I’ve been dreaming about.”

I reach for the bag, and as my hand wraps around it, his fingers wrap around my delicate wrist, jerking me off my stool and onto his lap. He’s being playful and sexy. More please.