"Jade, this is incredible," I say, as the sweet, floral scent of the peonies wraps around me. “Thank you.”
"Hey, don't thank just me.” Jade gestures toward the sea of hulking men surrounding us. "The boys spent three hours setting this up this morning. Mac personally baked those cupcakes, and if you touch them before he takes a picture, he'll cry."
"I do not cry.” Big Mac’s deep, gruff voice booms out from behind the bar, his massive bearded face flushing slightly red under his leather cut. "I just care about presentation.”
The entire room breaks into a loud, thunderous roar of laughter.
I look around the room, completely overwhelmed by the sheer, unadulterated warmth pouring toward me. These are men who fight cartels, run tactical road missions, and command respect across three states
