Lucky's Choice
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 Willa blinked back tears. “Please, Shade … help me.”
 “He’ll hate me if I tell you … Not that I care a rat’s ass, but what I tell you could just as easily destroy your marriage as save it. Are you willing to take the risk?”
 “I love Lucky, Shade. Nothing you tell me is going to change that.”
 “We’ll see.” Shade stood up from the bike, motioning her up the steps to the clubhouse.
 Willa went up the steep steps in front of Shade, and two bikers she didn’t recognize were standing in front of the front door when she reached the top. Both looked intimidating, blocking the doorway.
 “It’s cool, RIP, Fang.”
 The two men moved out of the way.
 “They’re recruits from Ohio,” Shade explained.
 Willa didn’t ever want to visit Ohio if that’s where they lived. She hoped they went home soon.
 Shade moved to stand in front of the door. The music was even louder than when she had arrived.
 “Lucky tell you about the Friday parties?”
 Willa nodded her head.
 Shade opened the door, motioning for her to go inside. From what she could see, she didn’t want to go in any farther, even though no one in the hallway paid her any attention. They were too busy having sex.
 She recognized Jewell with her legs wrapped around Train’s hips as he bucked against her. Jewell was holding onto the rails of the steps with her T-shirt pulled up over her breasts, and she wasn’t wearing anything from the waist down. Train wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his jeans were unzipped as his cock thrust into Jewell.
 “You coming in?” Shade asked.
 Willa stared at him wildly, her face going pale at what else she could see in the room.
 “No one will touch you,” Shade promised, Willa didn’t doubt his assurance.
 She stepped hesitantly inside, and Shade closed the door behind her.
 “This way.” Shade made a path for her through the crowded room that she imagined was what Sodom and Gomorrah would have looked like. She was afraid lightning would strike any second as she walked across the room.
 She was almost at the kitchen when her eyes were caught by a couple on the couch. Winter was sitting on Viper’s lap with his hand under her skirt. You couldn’t see anything, but from both their expressions, you could tell what was going on between the married couple.
 Willa almost fell as she rushed into the kitchen behind Shade where it went from bad to worse. Raci was on Crash’s lap, bouncing up and down on his cock. Her back was to the door, but Willa easily recognized her face because it was turned to the side, giving Rider a blowjob. Several members were standing around in the other room in various stages of undress.
 Shade opened a door on the wall of the kitchen. When she would have rushed through it, Shade caught her arm.
 “Be careful.”
 She made herself slow down as she went down the wooden steps. Downstairs, she saw several different exercise machines and weights against one wall, and there was also a couch and chair. The room was large with a metal pole in the center. Thankfully, this part of the house was empty, and she was able to catch her breath.
 “This way.” Shade walked across the room, going through a door into a hallway. He went to the door at the end, opening it after a brief knock.
 Willa’s mouth dropped open when she went in after Shade.
 Rachel was on her knees on the bed, giving Cash a blowjob.
 “Dammit, Shade,” Cash snapped.
 Rachel’s mouth came off Cash’s cock with a pop. Then her friend frantically began pulling a cover over her, burying herself beneath it.
 “I need the room.”
 Willa could have sworn she heard amusement in Shade’s voice. She glanced away while Cash pulled on his shoes and boots, picking up his shirt from the bottom of the bed.
 “I don’t think Lucky would be happy to hear you say that,” Cash commented.
 Shade didn’t respond, forcing Willa to clear up the misconception. “We’re just going to talk.”
 Both men laughed at her expression.
 “Willa, I knew that.” Cash went to the bed. “Let’s go, Rachel.”
 “No, I’m not coming out. Ever. Tell them to go talk at Lily’s house.”
 “I need this room,” Shade stressed.
 “I don’t care. I’m not—” A loud squeal filled the room when Cash reached under the cover to pull his wife out. Rachel didn’t release the covers when Cash tossed her over his shoulder, going to the door.
 “It’s all yours.”
 “Thanks, brother, Rachel.”
 “You freaking bast—!” Shade slammed the door on Rachel’s insult.
 “She’s pretty mad at you,” Willa observed.
 “She’ll get over it.”
 As Shade went to a large, wooden cabinet against the wall, Willa stared around the room. The bed was huge with a black sheet. It was masculine-looking and … sexy. Willa was ashamed of the sinful feelings rising in her body, knowing her mother would be mortified she had even thought the word.
 Shade opened one door of the cabinet then took a set of keys out of his pocket, unlocking the other side. Curious, Willa wandered over to look inside.
 There were several drawers inside the cabinet. Some were half-drawers; others were whole; all had keyholes. One at the bottom was twice as large as the rest, and Shade slid a smaller key inside then opened the drawer, revealing leather books. There was also a glass-framed display.
 “Have a seat on the couch,” Shade ordered.
 Willa took a seat while Shade removed the items from the drawer, setting them down next to her. Then he sat down on top of the coffee table in front of her.
 Picking up the display case, she was able to see several medals and a flag.
 “Lucky tell you anything about when he was in the service?”
 “He told me that a friend’s brother was killed, and he felt responsible.”
 “He wasn’t responsible. I’ve told him that, his superiors have told him that, and this tells him he wasn’t responsible”—he gestured at the case—“but he can’t let himself off the hook because he made that promise to Bridge.”
 Shade’s face twisted. “The Last Riders met when we were overseas, and we’ve remained friends even after we were discharged. I’ve thought over the years about what has kept our friendship strong, what made the difference between us to keep us from splitting up and just talking occasionally.” Shade shrugged. “We work well together as a unit. We watch each other’s back, and we trust each other. I came to the conclusion that each of us has a code that we live by that makes us the men we are.”
 “What’s Lucky’s?” Willa stared down at the picture frame in her hands.
 “You tell me.”
 “Honor.”
 “Yes. I met Lucky when he was still a pastor in the service. I was in and out of camps during different times, and I never had much contact with him then, but even from what little I saw of him, I saw the war taking its toll on him. After Knox’s wife Sunshine died, he couldn’t do it anymore. He couldn’t tell one more brother that someone they loved wasn’t coming home. I thought he would leave the service then, but he re-upped, went into Seal training, and came out at the top of his class. If Lucky couldn’t save them with the Bible, he had made his mind up to do it with a rifle. His sense of honor had him wanting to make sure he could bring as many brothers home as he could, even if he had to sacrifice all his beliefs, even if it was his own life he had to forfeit.”