The probie and his biker chick (Iron vipers book 3)

She is having fun

*Dylan*

I stand amidst the vibrant chaos of the wedding, my heart fluttering in time with the music that swells around me. I might look though but I have always been a sucker for weddings.

The scent of fresh flowers is intoxicating, but it’s the sight of him that truly steals my breath. Tommy. Leaning against the wooden fence, he’s as handsome as I remembered, albeit with a touch of tension in his posture. I can’t help but smirk at the look of bewilderment on his face when he sees me.

Well, well, well, it seems I’ve made quite the impression.

I catch his eye, and just like that, the world around us blurs. There’s something in his expression that amuses me, a mix of confusion and… anger, I would say. He looks like he just stumbled upon a rare species in the wild, and honestly, I’m here for it.

When LZ walks over, I can’t help but tease him.

“Look at you, finally got your probie cut! You’re practically a full-fledged biker now!” I say, grinning widely as I pull him into a playful side hug. Growing up, LZ and I were inseparable… more like siblings than cousins, really.

“Shut up, De-de,” he retorts, rolling his eyes, but he’s smiling. “You know it’s not about the cut, right? It’s about the loyalty… about the club. I was born for this.”

“Sure, sure,” I laugh, waving a dismissive hand. “Loyalty looks good on you, but you still need to work on your style. You look to sweet and wholesome.”

LZ raises an eyebrow, but before he can come back with a witty retort, I lean in closer. “So, what’s the deal with Tommy, he looks like someone is forcing him to be the flower girl.” I nod subtly toward Tommy, who is still eyeing us with that same ‘deer in headlights’ expression.

“Tommy?” LZ asks, glancing over his shoulder. “You know him?”

“Funny story,” I say, leaning back slightly to gauge his reaction. “I ran into him yesterday in town. He helped me with my car. Quite the knight in shining leather, if I do say so myself.”

LZ’s eyes widen in realization. “You’re telling me you met Tommy? And you didn’t think to tell him who you were? You must have recognised his cut.”

“I thought it would be more fun this way,” I reply, a teasing smile on my lips as I watch Tommy squirm.

“De-de, what are you up to now?” He gives me a very suspicious look.

“Relax, LZ. It was just a friendly encounter,” I say, giving him a playful shove. “Besides, I think he’s more confused than anything. Look at him! He’s probably wondering how he got himself into this mess.”

LZ sighs. “I do not even want to know.”

As the ceremony kicks off, I find myself drifting away from LZ, my gaze landing on Tommy again. The way he stands there, arms crossed, clearly trying to play it cool, sends a thrill through me. I can’t help myself. After the vows are exchanged and the crowd erupts into cheers, I weave through the throng of leather and lace, making a beeline for him.

“Hey, handsome,” I say, stepping right up to him, my voice low and playful. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Dylan,” he says, his voice has a sharp edge of… frustration? “You didn’t tell me who you are.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I counter, raising an eyebrow. In one swift motion, I reach out and squeeze his ass, relishing the stunned look on his face.

“Seriously?” he sputters, his cheeks flushing a shade darker. “You could have mentioned you’re LZ’s cousin before you decided to… jump me.”

“Jump is such a strong word. I prefer seduction.” I smirk, leaning in closer. “Besides, I think you were enjoying it… quite a lot even, I know I did.”

“I was enjoying it… the realisation of seeing you here, not so much,” he admits, glancing around as if he’s worried someone might overhear. “But now it feels like I’m stuck in some weird family reunion, and I don’t even know if I should be flattered or terrified.”

“Both?” I suggest, biting back a laugh. “I mean, welcome to my life. It's a wild ride, I promise you that.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” he replies, running a hand through his hair, clearly flustered. “But next time, maybe a little heads-up would be nice. Doing the press' only daughter in a bathroom, not something that gets you patched in.”

I lean back, pretending to consider it. “I’ll think about it. But honestly, where’s the fun in being predictable?”

He shakes his head, a reluctant smile creeping onto his face. “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely,” I say with a wink. “Count on it.”

I hear him mumbling something that sounds like; “Yup, dead and buried in the desert.”

With that, I pull away, leaving him standing there with a mix of dread and curiosity written all over his face. If this wedding doesn’t get interesting, I’ll just have to make it so.