Chapter 203. Cultivated Elegance

A biker’s funeral was like nothing I had ever seen. It was as majestic as it was fierce, they mourned loudly, grieved angrily, and made farewell rituals out of bike stunts.

Growling bikes ran behind the hearse. Gunshots, chants, as the club’s flag flew above the hearse in the funeral procession to Meredith’s resting place.

Meredith, that was her name, and her image smiled down at me from the large banner moving right in front of us.

I stared up at the happy young woman who had bled out in my arms, arms that were now wrapped around Colt's waist where I sat on his bike.

Her death hurt more when I found out that she was only nineteen. The same age, Colt and I’s story began. 

It felt like fate at this point, and if it was, fate was cruel. Which was no surprise.

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