He caressed my cheek and printed a tender kiss on my face. Then he held my hand and went down on one knee.
CHAPTER 29
Jo
I couldn’t stop looking at the ring.
Awestruck, I smiled like an idiot, feeling the weight of the diamond ring on my finger. I’d never imagined Furore could have been so romantic, buying a diamond ring —a silver one with scary engravings of skulls and roses was more like it—that early on, keeping it for the right moment, and then getting on one knee, nervously asking if I’d marry him.
A fairytale. Even when we were completely naked, and he’d just marked me with a belt, Furore gave me a fairytale. He even called me princess when he made love to me after I said yes.
How lucky was I? I’d never been happier in my life.
I hugged his pillow, filling my nose with his masculine scent, hismusk, getting all gooey and horny at the same time. I hoped Church ended soon. I couldn’t wait to have him back in bed.
The door knocked, and I rolled happily out of the bed. “Back already?” Then I stopped in my tracks. Furore wouldn’t knock.
“It’s Doc. Prez wants you in the yard.”
I put on a robe and opened the door. “The yard?”
“He called for everyone to gather around and told me to bring you there.”
I grinned. Was that how he was going to announce our engagement? As much as I’d love that, I didn’t want Ty to find out that way. We should have talked to him first. “Give me a minute.”
Shutting the door to get dressed, I put the ring in my pocket. Perhaps when Furore didn’t see it on my finger, he’d get a hint. I put on jeans and t-shirt and went down with Doc.
Everybody was there, patched members, prospects, hang arounds and even the sweetbutts. When Furore saw me, he told Ty to center the yard.
I stalked to Furore and clung to his arm. “What are you going to do to him?”
“You’ll see.”
A wave of nausea hit me hard as he drew away from me and went over to Tirone. “This is our home. It’s sacred ground. And these are our brothers. Our family. Our ties are beyond blood. Those who think they can disrespect our ground or our brothers must be taught a lesson they’ll never forget.” He stared at his son with challenge in his eyes. Tirone wasn’t any kinder. They were two roosters in a cockpit. “And when the disrespect comes from one of us, the punishment is doubled.”
The patched members circled around them. I couldn’t see Ty from where I stood so I climbed up to the patio to get a good view. Molar and Fort caught Ty’s arms and took off his cut. Oh no. What did that mean?
“Don’t touch my cut!” Ty yelled, but they did it anyway. It was utter humiliation for anyone to touch a member’s cut. Was that all, though? I had a feeling it was only the beginning.
“You’ll get it back when you know its worth, and for that you should be thankful. If you ain’t blood, you’d have lost your fucking colors,” Molar said, and then he ordered Ty to strip.
“Fuck you,” Ty rumbled.
“Do it,” Furore ordered. “Or it’ll be done for you.”
Ty broke into a frenzy of curses, but he eventually obeyed. He stood stark naked in the yard under the heating sun. I lowered my gaze, grimacing.
“Tirone Lazzarini, do you admit to damaging the MC quarter and assaulting the following members, Molar, Fort, Marshall, Doc and your president?”
Ty huffed. “Yes.”
“And what do you say to that?”
I could hear the clenching of Ty’s jaws from here. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
That was a lot coming from Tirone. If they knew him like I did, they would stop humiliating him like that. I glanced up in anticipation. Furore looked around the faces of the patched members. “Do you accept his apology?”
Please do.