The Only One Series novel Chapter 68

I was sitting at the table getting drunk. I looked up to see Steve, the president of the Viking MC walk in. Well hell he said. Did someone die? And where the hell are your Valkyrie? Elizabeth looked over at the table against the wall.

I don't think they have any Valkyrie anymore. Steve I am going to sit with the woman over by the wall. I turned my head to see six women sitting at the table including Dottie. I also noticed that none of them were wearing property cuts. I walked over and hugged Dottie. Dottie is my cousin. I saw the same tattoo on all their shoulders.

What the hell does Beautifully Broken mean Dottie. That we are all beautiful but we are all broken. Where is Iris? Follow me. I took Steve to the doctors offices and the bedroom where Iris has been sleeping for the past month.

What is wrong with her? She wants to die. What the hell happened here Dottie? I told him about the bachelor party, how Rage and Iris had been married for two days and then he took a stripper to his bed. They all did.

I told Steve how Grace, Iris and Luna took rope and tied all the door knobs to each other so they could not sneak the woman out as if nothing happened. You know the biker law Steve. They divorced all of us that night.

But, Rage how could he do that. He never took a woman to his bed before. And him and Iris being married for two day. She went through enough at the hands of those bikers. That she could live with. But not seeing Rage in bed with another woman.

We walked back down the hall to the bar. Dottie walked back to her table and I walked over and sat at the VIP table. She told you? Yes, she told me. I can't believe that Iris has been laying in the bad for over two weeks.

Savage I have never heard of any club divorcing all their Valkyrie on the same night. How fucking stupid are you guys? Pretty fucking stupid Rage yelled looking at me. The thing is. None of remember even taking the to our beds. None of us even remember fucking them.

I know I was confused when I felt hands go around my waist and Iris was standing in front of me. Then that bitch asked when she could see me again. I would never have divorced Iris. I refuse to accept that she is no longer my wife. She is my wife. She will always be my wife.