“Do you have any idea how you want your wedding to go?” Amy asked.

Renee shook her head. “I don’t know. I guess I want everyone to be there. All the club guys and of course you girls as well.”

“You won’t keep us away,” Deanna said. “You could demand the guys wear a tux. It has been too long since I saw my man in one.”

“Demon wore a tux?”

“Hell, yeah. If I get my way, he can wear them all day long.”

“I personally like my man in leather,” Eloise said. “We’re all married to bikers. I didn’t promise forever with a suit-wearing man. I love my guy in his leather cut.”

Renee giggled at the dreamy look in Eloise eyes.

“There is a big question, though,” Daniella said, speaking up. “What about the club whores? Do you want them present?”

Wrinkling her nose, she saw the other old ladies weren’t too fond of the idea.

“Our men don’t mind them not being there but the ones without any old ladies, or even some with, want them there for the company,” Amy said. “Joker doesn’t go to them.”

“You’re confident of that?” Renee asked.

“Yes. I trust Joker with my life. I know he’d do anything for me, and he’s even risked his life more times than I can count. He will never, ever do anything that would make me hate him.”

“If you’re having doubts, don’t you think you should deal with them now before you head down the aisle?” Constance asked.

Renee shrugged. “If it will happen, it will. There’s not a lot I can do to change that, not really.”

“That’s negative,” Deanna said. “If you’re feeling like that then I don’t think you should go through with it.” Deanna poured herself another glass of wine.

“You think I should tell him no?” Renee asked.

Deanna took a seat beside her and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze. “What I think really doesn’t matter. I love Demon. I know he fucked club whores before he met me. He even had one when I was here, but that was before we got together. I know he’s faithful to me, and I am to him. Marriage is hard, honey. It takes two, and if you have doubts now, do you really think they’re just going to disappear?”

“I thought this was supposed to be a celebration, and now I’m just really depressed right now,” Elena said.

“I think she should consider her options,” Deanna said.

Silence fell around the room, and the happiness that Renee experienced moments ago had diminished. She loved Weasel more than anything. He had been the guy she developed her first crush on, and she believed him to be the love of her life.

Sitting back, she sipped at her wine and thought about a life with him. He was surrounded by girls who looked younger with perfect bodies and an enthusiasm to please that hadn’t yet been jaded.

“Look,” Amy said, sitting up. She had been lying down. “We married bikers, club brothers. Women throw themselves at them all the time. Right now, they’re surrounded by women and temptation. The question is, does it bother you, and do you think he can be faithful? Also, do you care?”

“Of course I care. I don’t want him to be screwing some random bitch and then coming back to me stinking like her.” Renee stood up. “I need some air.”

She left the room, heading out to the back yard. Weasel was at the club, and she trusted him. She had every faith in him and yet there was a niggling doubt in the back of her mind that if she gave herself to him, then he was going to break her heart, and there was nothing she could do about that.

If he cheated on her, that was it. She didn’t want to be with a man that hurt her like that.

“Hey,” Constance said, coming outside to her. “Are you okay?”

Tears filled her eyes, and she shook her head. “No. I’m not okay. Not even close. I didn’t have any doubts, and then talking and stuff … now I’m a nervous wreck. What if I’m making the biggest mistake of my life?”

“You think no other woman feels the way you do? It’s a big commitment. It’s not as big as it used to be. There’s divorce if it goes badly.”

She turned toward her sister-in-law with a glare. “You’re not helping.”

“Sitting out here and crying about it isn’t helping either.” Constance sat down on the steps. “I love being outside. You know for a long time I used to sit beside my parents and my dead fiancé’s graveside.”

“You were engaged before Vengeance?” she asked.

“Yes, I was. We actually met at a graveyard. Kind of creepy now that you think about it. All that death around us, and we were still able to come together. He took me by surprise.”

“Do you miss the other guy? The deceased one?” Renee cringed at her lack of tact. She didn’t know what was happening to her lately.

Her emotions were all over the place.

“No. We would have made each other miserable. I’m so thankful that I didn’t get the chance to marry him. I love your brother, I love the club.” Constance stood up and moved toward her. “You know the only person you can talk to about your feelings right now is Weasel. Don’t push him away or try to deal with this on your own. Don’t be that stupid girl that thinks she can do everything alone. You’re not her. You don’t have to be her.” Constance hugged her tightly.

“Do you think I’m being stupid?” Renee asked.

Constance thought about it. “He’s a biker. I love Vengeance, and when you know someone, and you love them so much that you couldn’t imagine life without them, you learn a part of them. I know he’d never cheat on me, mainly because I’d beat him to death with a shovel. Talk to Weasel, tell him your worries, your concerns, and get over that hurdle before you walk down the aisle. It’ll make you feel a hell of a lot better. Believe me.”