Gunner

We start looking for Stanka’s family home the next morning after breakfast.

I know Sol is enchanted by Stanka and Munroe’s story. She’s always been.

After five hours have passed meandering among the woods and fields, we stand in front of a wall sheltered by a majestic oak tree. The wall is about twenty steps long, ten steps high, and wears signs of fire. Piles of red brick mark the grassy ground around it.

“Only that little left,” Sol says with sadness.

“The oak has survived.”

“Yeah, the oak is still growing here.” She holds my hand in hers and squeezes. “Their story was so romantic.”

“Ours is better.”

She nudges my chest with her elbow. “He loved her so much.”

“I love you more.”

She laughs and clings to my arm. We’re standing in silence and breathing in the past radiating from the wall.

“Mike wants me to join his club,” I say.

Sol nods. “You’ll like it there. Yeah, you should definitely join them. You and Mike are a good match.”

Butterflies fill my chest and something strangles my throat. “But what about you? No, that’s not an option. I’m not leaving you and Asher. No fucking way.”

I want to work for Mike, but Sol will always be my priority.

“Go to the Devil’s Tears.” She leans towards me and plants a kiss on my jaw. “And I’ll be a good wife to you. A good wife always follows her beloved husband, even to hell, baby. So I’m going to walk with you. Whatever awaits us on the path we’ve chosen.”

Our fingers lace, and I feel her strength, my strength. The certainty that everything will be alright.

“There are rules, Gunner.”

Of course, there are rules. She’s my wife. My wife to be. No, my wife. We just need to sign the papers. As my wife, she has the right to make the rules.

“You will never look at another woman, Gunner. You know I can slit a throat.”

“I know.”

Her jealousy turns me on this time.

“Munroe loved Stanka so much,” she says. “So much that he shot himself dead when she died in a car crash.” She gazes at me, a wild fire blazing in her eyes. “We’re all the same, Gunner. We are one breath, one soul. We live and die together.”

“Hell yeah.”

“Always together.”

“Always together, baby.”

***

We return to the US and get married in the same chapel where Axel and Sive said their vows. Sol wears a 30s satin white dress with a very low back and has her hair styled in waves and gathered on the back of her head in a low bun. She looks very elegant. Her feet are naked though and I fucking love it.

I wear my real cut. Mom wanted me to wear a white shirt and a suit, but Sol preferred my cut.

My father-in-law wants to kill me at first, but finally he changes his mind and forces me to drink two bottles of vodka with him instead. I feel sick for a week. We receive the invitations for Christa and Hawk’s wedding and the whole family’s attention diverts to them.

***

 Sol has a blue satin dress on and it hugs her perfect curves so she looks like a goddess. The open back exposes her flawless white skin.

Her face turns to mine and it hits me hard again how beautiful my wife is. The most beautiful woman in Chaviva’s garden. Yes, Dimitri is the host as always. Nobody defies that old git.

The glasses clink. The chants resound and echo; hoots, howls and laughter waft through the air. My glance meets Yegor Voronin’s from across the dance floor. That dick looks the embodiment of a good grandpa, but he’s a born Mafioso. We have to tolerate him.

Auntie Sive takes Asher from me so I grab my wife’s wrist and pull her towards the dance floor.

“You know how not Gunner that is?” Sol says with a pinch of sarcasm.

I pat the front of my cut and lean in to kiss her lips. My hand massages her round tummy. She’s four months pregnant.

Christa, the bride, is seven months pregnant.

“It’s very wolf-like,” I say into her ear. I plant a kiss on her cheek. “After the dance we’re going to find a hide-out.”

Her arms wrap around my neck. “A hide-out?”

“Yes, a hide-out.”

Her eyebrows knit together then she bites her lower lip and we sway on the dance floor.

“This dress is really nice,” I say.

I can’t wait to gather it up to Sol’s waist and drive my hard cock into her pussy from behind.

The music stops playing so we turn towards the stage where DJ has his equipment spread. Jax and Aphrodite stand on the stage, holding their guitars, as the wedding guests clap their hands and shout their enthusiasm. I see warmth and pride in Athena’s eyes.

Jax and Aphrodite start singing as the whole family sway as one; they clap and cheer and bang their fists on the tables.

Yeah, they can sing. Aphrodite is singing like a diva.

Dad stands beside me and lays his hand on my shoulder as Mom wraps her arm around Sol’s back.

After the performance ends, Sol and I dance then I grab my wife’s hand and drag her behind me to fuck her in one of the bathrooms. I shove her inside and slam the door shut.

Sol puts her hands on the marble surface around the washbasin as I stand behind her, gather her dress up and pull her panties aside. I open my trousers and my hard cock springs free. Sol’s lips part into a smile. I drive my cock into her hot wet cunt and watch her face in the mirror. Her eyes flutter and she drops her head back.

“Good, baby?” I rasp.

“Good,” she gasps.

It’s swift and we come together. We correct our clothes and walk out of the bathroom, bouncing off Brianna and making her look at us with pity.

“This bathroom is contaminated, right?” Brianna says with sarcasm.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Auntie,” I say.

“You think I was born yesterday?” Brianna frowns at me then a warm smile parts her lips. “Go have fun on the dance floor.”

I salute her and we go along the corridor. I see Sheriff Ashley leaning against the wall and Tyler leaning over her with his forearm above her head. He turns to face us as Ashley’s face turns bright red.

“Another wedding in the family,” Tyler says.

“Yeah,” I say and nod at him.

Sol tilts her head as her eyes slide over Tyler then over Ashley and curiosity flickers in her gaze.

I know Tyler has been trying to make Ashley splay her thighs for him for a while, but our lovely sheriff is adamant. She’s eight years older than him.

“A shot of vodka?” I ask.

“Sure,” Tyler says and strokes Sol’s pregnant belly.

Aphrodite joins us and wraps her arms around Sol from behind.

“Tete,” I say. “Go grab a bottle of vodka for us.”

She stirs and rushes towards the stairs like my order has whipped her.

“Why are you so mean to her?” Sol says, rolling her eyes.

“She needs to know who the authority is,” I say and kiss my wife on the cheek.

Tyler nods at me and shoots his arm towards Ashley, pulling her to him.

“Hands off,” Ashley growls.

Tyler shakes his head and sets her back against his chest as his arms wrap around her from behind.

“Every woman here should know who the authority is,” Tyler says.

“You’ll end up behind bars tonight, Tyler,” Ashley says. “I’m warning you.”

“You can cuff me and ride me in the cell, baby,” Tyler says.

Ashley sucks in a breath and Aphrodite returns with two bottles swinging in her hands.

“Where are the shot glasses, Tete?” I ask.

“In the library,” Sol says, frowns at me, and strokes Aphrodite’s arm.

“Let’s go to the library then,” I say.

I turn my head and see Nikko dragging pregnant Daisy behind him. They join us as I notice Ashley’s yearning glance sliding over my brother, Nikko. Right. This is why she doesn’t want Tyler. Happens I guess.

I get drunk with Tyler and Nikko and I grope my wife the whole night. Tyler gets drunk to the point of unconsciousness.

The next day, I wake up late in the afternoon and fuck my wife again.

Then I load our bikes onto the flatbed of the truck and take my family to the Devil’s Tears’ compound. Tyler and Takis ride their motorcycles behind us.

Sol is a good wife to me as she promised. She never refuses to spread her thighs for me. She’s always eager to give me a blow job. She enjoys it when I’m fucking her in the ass. Hell yeah. I’m a happy husband.

Mike patches Tyler and Takis and they deal with the gun shipments for the Italians. I’m democratically chosen to be the vice-president of the club.

The club members are happy with the way Mike is leading them. They trust him and they trust me.

Soon, my daughter is born and two years later, my son is born.

I live in my own personal heaven. My kids are wonderful.

Asher is Sol’s clone, but Britt looks like my mom. Cotton is my clone.

My wife is more and more beautiful with each day that passes. She refuses to get pregnant again, but I have a good plan to make her change her mind.

Axel informs us that Sive is pregnant again which makes Sol roll her eyes.

There is some shit between Rebel and Star to sort out, and it gets really bloody, but that’s another story.

There is some shit around Aphrodite so Jax sets off to clean it up. But, that’s another story too.