"Choose. Her or the club." Briac demanded thrusting the gun in my hand as I looked back at her. The Riders are my family but she is the love of my life. How can I kill the one who owns my heart but how can I betray my club?
Amara's father was an und...
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Amara
Turning the key, I opened the door wincing as I pulled on my fresh tattoo bandage while feeling Bella run past me into the empty building to look around. I did end up getting the Luna tattoo on my sternum, which Ryker was still angry about seeing as it meant Tatt would be close to my chest. So, I went without him and he will see it later, then I am sure he will have no objections. Wasn't like Tatt saw my boob, everything important was covered.
Chuckling to myself I walked into the building, it was old and needed some work but there was potential with marble counters, window into the kitchen and a good amount of space up front for seating. There would be a lot of cleaning to be done but I think I can do it. Placing my bag on the marble front counter I chuckled at Bella as she ran around a dust bunny before I took a deep breath thinking that this can finally happen.
My life was here now and I was ready to make it permanent starting with opening my own bakery in the daylight. With the M8s gone I was able to access my old bank account and I had all my savings from the past 5 years so I was able to get it.
It had been a few weeks since the M8s have been taken down. The club has a solid alliance with the Sorrentinos with weapons deals and the loyalty test they went through. Ever since I have been a Luna the club has been my family and Ryker has been staying at my apartment every now and then. The clubhouse can honestly feel like how I imagine a fraternity house at times and gets to be a little much, I enjoy the silence of it being us.
Shaking my head, I looked around the space, it was my perfect dream. I could put wooden shelves behind the counter for loafs of bread I will sell. The high beams across the ceiling will stay stained and maybe I'll add some vines to wrap around them, there is enough sun light to keep them alive. I will need to get new glass cases for displays but that will be no problem. That and of course paint, maybe a grayish green? Something relaxing and calming. But I will keep the brick wall behind the counter unpainted and let it stand out. So now I will just need high top tables, some regular sized wood tables, with comfy chairs and then equipment. Not to mention that awesome find I found at a yard-sale of a metal motorcycle sculpture to hang on the wall. I'm a biker girl now, it was obligatory.
The sound of a Harley pulling up in front of the building only made me smile more, the warm feeling at the thought that Ryker is about to step through those doors had me smiling like an idiot. I haven't told him about the space so I am not sure he knows I have been looking for a bakery but he has caught me on Pinterest look at interior decorating so the smart ass may have put it together.
"Hey babe, is this where you are supposed to kill me? It was nice to have waited till after the wedding but dam..." Ryker said as he hopping through the door, looking at me suspiciously as he took in the space. "Got to say not the best location for killing someone but good initiative?"
I smiled hopping up on the dusty counter not carrying about the dirt while holding my hands out, I'm on cloud nine nothing will burst my little baker bubble. "What do you think?"
