Temperance: Biker Romance (The Davis Chapter Book 2) by Davida Lynn Page B
Authors: Davida Lynn
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important than any amount of power or money.”
I threw my arms around Bandit. I knew the power and money might be too tempting for some, but I believed in Bandit. I believed that he loved me more than anything else. I wanted to believe…
We headed back inside, wrote down our vote, and each dropped our paper into the cowboy hat. Trask counted the votes with Thunder watching right beside him. My heart raced as I waited to see what the Rising Sons wanted their future to be. I knew he was counting a second time just to be sure, but I thought the tension would snap me in two. It seemed to take forever to get through the fourteen slips of paper
Trask wrote down a number. He showed the paper to Thunder, who nodded.
The president of the Rising Sons Davis Chapter looked around, and spoke, “Twelve to one."
I was the only one that voted no? Fuck . Even Bandit? Un- fucking -beleivable. I couldn't believe I had been betrayed by the men that I had come to call them brothers.
Trask actually laughed. “Well damn, that was almost unanimous.”
My blood was boiling with seething rage. I was about to let them know exactly how I felt, but the prez went on.
“It is official, the Rising Sons will not be doing business with South America.” His eyes met mine. “You ok, Celeste?”
God knows what my face looks like. It has probably gone from borderline insanity to wide-eyed confusion. I had completely misinterpreted the vote. As usual, I was getting ahead of myself and judging people without knowing the facts. Before anyone could say another word, I laughed it off. “Yeah, sorry. Something I ate isn't sitting right, I guess.”
Thunder wiped the ballots into his hand and crumpled them up. Everyone in the place started talking and throwing back their beers, like it didn’t matter to them. One question stuck in my mind, just like one vote. Who had voted in favor? I looked around the room, and only one person hadn't been in the fight at Conrad’s. Only one person was under suspicion of working with the Devil’s Chasers. Romero...
If anyone was suspicious of Romero, they didn’t say anything. I looked around to see if any of the faces around me gave away their feelings. Before I could, Thunder coughed, drawing the attention to him. Any bad vibes were washed away when Thunder stood up.
“Glad we've got the business out of the way, because I’ve got an announcement.” He looked around the group. “As you know, Carla and I have been together for a while now, and it’s been getting pretty serious.
“I bet it has.” Trask was the one making a joke, which was unusual for him. I figured he was just trying to break the mood after the odd vote.
“Haha, very funny, Prez. Anyway, I want to announce that I will finally be making her an honest woman. We’re hoping to set the wedding for two months from this Sunday.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” From somewhere in the crowd, I heard Stache’s voice. “Are we invited or not?”
“After some serious soul searching, I have decided that you worthless group of rejects will be invited. We’re gonna have a small ceremony in Northstar Park. Invitations to come, assholes.”
The news about the Brazilians and Conrad was gone. It wasn’t on any biker’s mind as they celebrated Thunder’s upcoming wedding. I couldn’t help but get choked up thinking about it. As rough as the Rising Sons were, love and loyalty were the two things they cared about the most in the entire world. Trask and Hope had the kind of relationship that you could just see. It was like an aura of strength around them. Hearing Thunder talk made me feel like he and his girlfriend had something similar.
A strange thing happened. As men cheered Thunder and clanked their beer together, Bandit’s hand tightened at my waist. He pulled me to him until our hips bumped and we were one. I smiled and turned to look up at his face. There was something powerful in his eyes. I shook my head. “What?”
He
I threw my arms around Bandit. I knew the power and money might be too tempting for some, but I believed in Bandit. I believed that he loved me more than anything else. I wanted to believe…
We headed back inside, wrote down our vote, and each dropped our paper into the cowboy hat. Trask counted the votes with Thunder watching right beside him. My heart raced as I waited to see what the Rising Sons wanted their future to be. I knew he was counting a second time just to be sure, but I thought the tension would snap me in two. It seemed to take forever to get through the fourteen slips of paper
Trask wrote down a number. He showed the paper to Thunder, who nodded.
The president of the Rising Sons Davis Chapter looked around, and spoke, “Twelve to one."
I was the only one that voted no? Fuck . Even Bandit? Un- fucking -beleivable. I couldn't believe I had been betrayed by the men that I had come to call them brothers.
Trask actually laughed. “Well damn, that was almost unanimous.”
My blood was boiling with seething rage. I was about to let them know exactly how I felt, but the prez went on.
“It is official, the Rising Sons will not be doing business with South America.” His eyes met mine. “You ok, Celeste?”
God knows what my face looks like. It has probably gone from borderline insanity to wide-eyed confusion. I had completely misinterpreted the vote. As usual, I was getting ahead of myself and judging people without knowing the facts. Before anyone could say another word, I laughed it off. “Yeah, sorry. Something I ate isn't sitting right, I guess.”
Thunder wiped the ballots into his hand and crumpled them up. Everyone in the place started talking and throwing back their beers, like it didn’t matter to them. One question stuck in my mind, just like one vote. Who had voted in favor? I looked around the room, and only one person hadn't been in the fight at Conrad’s. Only one person was under suspicion of working with the Devil’s Chasers. Romero...
If anyone was suspicious of Romero, they didn’t say anything. I looked around to see if any of the faces around me gave away their feelings. Before I could, Thunder coughed, drawing the attention to him. Any bad vibes were washed away when Thunder stood up.
“Glad we've got the business out of the way, because I’ve got an announcement.” He looked around the group. “As you know, Carla and I have been together for a while now, and it’s been getting pretty serious.
“I bet it has.” Trask was the one making a joke, which was unusual for him. I figured he was just trying to break the mood after the odd vote.
“Haha, very funny, Prez. Anyway, I want to announce that I will finally be making her an honest woman. We’re hoping to set the wedding for two months from this Sunday.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” From somewhere in the crowd, I heard Stache’s voice. “Are we invited or not?”
“After some serious soul searching, I have decided that you worthless group of rejects will be invited. We’re gonna have a small ceremony in Northstar Park. Invitations to come, assholes.”
The news about the Brazilians and Conrad was gone. It wasn’t on any biker’s mind as they celebrated Thunder’s upcoming wedding. I couldn’t help but get choked up thinking about it. As rough as the Rising Sons were, love and loyalty were the two things they cared about the most in the entire world. Trask and Hope had the kind of relationship that you could just see. It was like an aura of strength around them. Hearing Thunder talk made me feel like he and his girlfriend had something similar.
A strange thing happened. As men cheered Thunder and clanked their beer together, Bandit’s hand tightened at my waist. He pulled me to him until our hips bumped and we were one. I smiled and turned to look up at his face. There was something powerful in his eyes. I shook my head. “What?”
He
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