Biker's Baby Girl

She still had that babyish innocent young girl thing going on then, was now coming into her own as a woman and some fuck had been drooling over her for his own sick perverted fuck reasons.

I’ma end up burning this fuck to the ground, but first before I lose my shit, I’m gonna make her mine officially. The whole fucking town was full of fuckwits as far as I can tell; who would miss ‘em?

The asshole that had done Law’s family, and now her aunt and uncle, not to mention the fucking hate brigade assholes. What was the fucking point in letting it stand? Law’s place was on the outskirts; he won’t miss the shit. What a way to be thinking on my wedding day.

Max nudged me as we stood around the preacher/priest what the fuck ever, who was looking like what the fuck, and I turned to see her coming to me. “Fuck.” The clothed one cleared his throat over my shoulder but it was too late, the word was already out.

She looked fucking amazing. How the fuck long had it been since I walked out of that house? She was wearing a yellow sundress that someone had loaned her; it made her skin glow. And someone had put flowers in her hair and she was holding a bunch in her hands.

I wonder what the fuck they would’ve accomplished if I’d given them more time. Then again I shouldn’t be surprised, they had the best canvas to work with.

I tried to convince myself that it was the sun in my eye that made me tear up but I knew different. Every thought went out of my head. There was nothing there or in my heart, but her, babygirl.

I met her halfway, ignoring her new friends and the guys as I walked towards my life. My hands fucking shook when I lifted them to her perfect face. “You’re beautiful babygirl, damn.” Her smile was wide and bright without a trace of anything but joy. That smile went a long way to soothing my beast.

I didn’t let go of her hand the whole time we stood before the man who officially joined us according to the law. Speaking of which, I didn’t even ask Law how he pulled off the license that quickly, but I was sure there was a story behind that shit.

I didn’t think it would, but hearing those words ‘I now pronounce you man and wife’, actually lifted a weight off my chest. She was mine now, nothing and no one could change that.

“I’m gonna love you for the rest of your life, get ready.” I whispered the words for her ears only as I held her in my arms for the first time since making it official.

Her girls were soon there buzzing around and one very bold one, I think she was Clay’s if the way he rolled his eyes was a hint, came over and took her from me with a very saucy suggestion.

There was even a cake after, nothing major but it was more than I’d been expecting and my woman seemed happy as fuck with her lot.

We tabled the bullshit for later as we watched the women enjoy themselves and even the sheep had joined in and the wives seemed fine with that. I’ll have to ask Law about that shit as well, but later.

Babygirl sought me out after half an hour and came over to my side with a new pep in her step that hadn’t been there before. After the way the day had started it was good to see her this happy.

“Thank you husband.” She grinned up at me looking young and unafraid and I fought not to think of what the fuck I was gonna have to deal with soon.

“You’re welcome wife.” I kissed her hair and drew her in close to my side as the festivities went on around us. She was happy at least and carefree, if the way she clung to me meant anything.

I too found that I felt a thousand times better now that she was mine all the way. “You’re mine, every beautiful inch of you; be happy babygirl.” I planned to see that she always was. I was never going to let her know about this shit either. She’d suffered more than enough at those two’s hands.

I let her have her thirty minutes but as the sun was going down I knew I had to go take care of shit. I had no idea who all was involved in the shit Law had thrown on my plate today, but I knew from dealing with similar bullshit for the past few years, that it was usually a network of assholes spread out all over the place. Sometimes even reaching as far as other nations.

“I’ve got a run to make baby.” She pouted but didn’t give me any shit. I’d taught her not to question that statement ever, and was glad to see she’d been listening when I was laying down the law in between fucks.