Renee couldn’t believe the day had finally come, that she was actually about to marry Weasel, the man she’d wanted for longer than she cared to admit. It almost seemed as though she were dreaming, as though the world had stopped and she was in this otherworld.

She’d planned the wedding with the help of the other old ladies, and in only three months they’d whipped this celebration up. But with no one on her and Vengeance’s side to come, that made the guest list pretty easy.

This was a biker wedding, after all, so that was the only family she needed here.

Here she stood, in one of the back rooms at the clubhouse, the dress she wore gorgeous and delicate. It had lace and crystal, and in a biker wedding probably looked out of place, but she couldn’t wait for Weasel to see her in it.

She smoothed her hands down the gown and couldn’t help the smile that covered her face. This was actually happening, and she was about to marry the man she loved more than anything else in this world.

There was a knock on the door and then it was pushed open. Deanna, Amy, Elena, Eloise, Daniella, Hannah, and Constance all came in, their bridesmaids dresses deep blue, all slightly different but matching enough it was clear they were part of the bridal party.

“Oh wow.”

“Gorgeous.”

“Weasel’s going to shit his pants.”

The girls each gave their praise as they came toward her. They touched her hair, her dress, smiled at her, told her how beautiful she looked. She felt loved in that moment, part of a family, a sisterly bond.

“How are you feeling?” Constance asked and Renee turned and stared at herself in the mirror. The other girls were primping and prepping across the room.

“I’m pretty nervous,” she said honestly.

“That’s normal. Weasel will see you and he’ll cry. We have a bet between us.” Constance laughed.

Renee moved the long fall of her hair over one shoulder and stared at the tiny pearl earrings Constance had given her to use as her something borrowed. Each woman had given her something that was important to her, and it touched Renee deep in the heart.

Everything on her right now looked delicate, fragile, maybe not the girl she’d been at one time or the woman she’d grown to be, but she felt like herself right now.

But I also kind of feel like I’m not myself, like this isn’t my life.

Constance attached the veil to the back of her hair with a crystal barrette, and as everything really sunk in, she breathed out and forced herself not to cry.

Renee closed her eyes for a moment and just breathed. “I need to get past my nerves. I know this should be normal, but I feel like I’m coming undone at the seams.”

“That’s normal. You’ll do beautifully. And yeah, everyone will be watching you, but that’s only because this is your day.”

“Ready?” Amy came up and asked Renee.

She exhaled and nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Ten minutes later and the girls were all standing up at the podium with the groomsmen on the other side, and Weasel standing in the center waiting for her. God, he looked good in a suit.

There were over one hundred and fifty guests in attendance, all of them friends of the Soldiers of Wrath MC. A part of Renee was sad she didn’t have her own side here, but she had Vengeance, and that was all that mattered.

Seeing all these bikers wanting to share in this celebration had her crying for real now. She didn’t know the majority of them, but that didn’t matter. The Soldiers were one huge family.

“Are you ready?”

Renee turned and looked up at Vengeance. She had her arm in the crook of his, and as she stared at her brother, the man who had always been there for her, shown her how to survive, taken care of her, she knew everything was exactly right in the world.

This was the first day of the rest of her life, and she was more than ready. She’d been waiting for this since she realized Weasel was all she wanted, all she needed.

“I’m ready.”

And she was. Renee was ready to be an integral part of this life. She was ready to make this her reality.