His Property (Iron Bandits MC)

Chapter 17

Jack

I felt like I was living somebody else’s life.

The MC had pulled out all the stops for me and Ellie today, with the women all taking her off to do whatever it is women do for weddings. A bunch of my MC brothers and I went for a ride.

It was a gorgeous, sunny day, perfect for the bike. Too bad I was in a piss-poor mood the whole fuckin’ time.

I knew I should be grateful—and a part of me was—but what I really felt, more than anything else, was resentment.

I resented Keith for not being there.

I resented Ellie for lying to me, for making herself into a person I couldn’t count on, couldn’t trust. For not coming forward with what she knew a year ago. For not telling me, more recently, about her suspicions.

I resented my MC, for making a big deal out of this sham of a marriage.

I even resented Ellie’s dead grandmother, for forcing her to this point, for putting us in this god-awful situation.

But most of all—and I hated this shit, but I was being brutally honest here—I resented myself, for wanting more than I could actually have with Ellie, and with Peter.

I was fucked.

I figured my best option was to get good and truly obliterated tonight. It seemed the smartest thing to do, given the circumstances.

It was beginning to hit me that I was actually getting married, even if it was only a temporary arrangement. The ceremony and the celebrations would be as real as they come. The Iron Bandits didn’t cut corners on doing it up. This would be no different, and I knew it.

So there would be all this hoopla over us tying the knot, the formalization of Ellie and me as a couple, which was irony, defined.

This woman turned me on like no one else I could think of. I wanted her more than any other woman in my life, and our chemistry together was nothing short of mind-blowingly phenomenal. If I ever was going to marry anyone—which was not something I’d spent much time pondering—I couldn’t think of anyone better to do it with, than her.

But.

She was also the only woman, barring those who were actual blood relations, who I could not have.

This was not a real thing between us. We had already agreed to its end. She wanted it like that. And so did I.

Right?…Yeah. Right. I did. That’s what I wanted.

So this whole thing sucked ass.

“Hey Grump-o,” I heard him before I saw him. It was Grath, of course. He started to lightly jog my way across the compound lot. “Hold up. Got a minute?”

“Yeah, man. What’s up?”

“Heard you were being delightful today, on the ride. I figured I’d bathe in the splendor of your joy, rare as it is to be seen.” He grinned and punched me in the arm. Fuckin’ Grath.

“Be careful I don’t punch your fuckin’ lights out, bruh. I’m in no mood for it.”

“So I see.” He raised an eyebrow. “Curious.”

“You need something?”

“Actually, yeah. I need you to lay off your woman about it tonight. I know how pissed you were last night—completely understandable, man—but you gotta know, she didn’t tell you for good reason. She made some hard—and yeah, questionable—choices last year, but tonight is not the night to deal with that.”

“You don’t know…”

He wasn’t even gonna listen to me. “What I know is this: you have a beautiful, kind, caring, and smart woman who is probably freaking the fuck out right now, about to marry your sad ass out of desperation for her baby boy. She knows you’re pissed at her, right? Can’t imagine she wouldn’t, by now. Think, for a minute, about how she feels. Give her tonight. Be nice, brother. Tomorrow is tomorrow. But take tonight off, for both of you. You need it.”

He was not wrong.

“Who set you on my tail, man? I gotta go beat somebody up.”

He laughed. “Yeah, good luck with that. Bull called me at the shop, told me I’d better get my ass over here and talk some sense into you before you fuck everything up even more. You gonna go take out our president, now? That’s a great fuckin’ idea, bruh. I’ll be ringside.”

I shook my head. We both knew I would not be doing anything to Bull. I had far too much respect for the man, and gratitude for all that he had done for me in this past year. Not to mention that it is not in our MC culture to dis—or piss off—the prez.

“Listen, man. Let it go. You’re about to marry a gorgeous woman. Let yourself enjoy this. Don’t think about six months from now. Think about Ellie, and think about Peter, and about what this will do for both of them in the long run. You are being a fucking hero to that woman, so act like one. Even if you’re not feelin’ it. She’s been through enough lately, ya know?”