Chapter 34 Bernadette Rose 5

Chapter 34 Bernadette Rose 5
At the Rocking Horse, all the girls welcome and seduce the men who come to the house.
Christine is in the middle of the room, wearing a tight dress that shows off her body. The girls here are young, beautiful, and a little bit slutty.
Suddenly Vincent Moreau with all his men walks in the door. They look at the girls, then they turn their attention to Bernadette.
"Madam, give me some money now," Vincent says.
"No!" Bernadette yells. "That's expensive! Look at this room! It costs a lot to keep this place running!"
Vincent laughs. "Then why don't you pay me?"
Bernadette looks around the room. "I'm sorry but I can't do that..."
Vincent looks at his men. "I heard rumors that you've been cheating us out of money."
"What?" Bernadette asks. "How can you say that?"
"We'll see how you handle this," Vincent says and points a gun at her.
At the moment all of the girls in the brothel take the guns and point at Vincent Moreau and all his men.
"Hi, you are under arrest," Christine said and pointed a gun at Vincent Moreau while showing her badge.
"so. my girls can shoot you," Bernadette said.
"You make mistakes by collecting money by yourself," Christine said.
Vincent Moreau’s smirk faltered as he took in the sight before him—every woman in the Rocking Horse pointing a gun at him and his men. Christine stood tall, her badge glinting in the dim light.

Vincent slowly turned his gaze to Bernadette. "You think this changes anything?" he sneered. "I own half the cops in this city. You think one badge is going to scare me?"

Christine's green eyes flashed with determination. "I don’t need to scare you, Moreau. I just need to put you in a cell where you belong."

Vincent chuckled darkly. "You're not taking me anywhere, sweetheart."

Before anyone could react, he moved. A gunshot rang out—

But it wasn’t Christine who was fired.

Walker had arrived.

In a blur of motion, he stepped forward, knocking Vincent’s gun to the side. The bullet hit a lamp, shattering glass across the floor.

Before Vincent could react, Walker drove his fist into his gut, sending him stumbling backward.

"That was a mistake," Walker said coldly.

Vincent’s men scrambled, reaching for their weapons, but the girls of the Rocking Horse were faster.

A loud click filled the air as every gun was cocked, fingers poised on the triggers.

"Try it," Bernadette said, her voice like steel.

Vincent wiped the blood from his lip and grinned. "You’ve got guts, kid. But do you think you can win this?"

Walker didn’t answer. Instead, he launched forward, grabbing Vincent by the collar and slamming him into a nearby table. The wood cracked under the impact.

"You've been stealing from Bernadette," Walker growled. "Threatening her. That ends now."

Vincent coughed, glaring up at him. "You think you’re some kind of hero?"

Walker grabbed him by the lapels and hauled him up. "No. I’m just a man who doesn’t like bullies."

Christine moved swiftly, knocking the gun from one of Vincent’s men before twisting his arm behind his back and slamming him to the ground.

"You’re done, Moreau," she said. "I’ve got enough evidence to put you away for a long time."

Vincent sneered. "You’re a fool, Christine. You think I won’t walk free by morning?"

Walker leaned in, his voice dangerously low. "Then maybe I should make sure you don’t see morning."

For the first time, Vincent’s cocky expression wavered.

Walker released him with a shove, sending him sprawling onto the floor.

Christine smirked. "I’d listen to him if I were you."

Vincent looked around. His men were outnumbered. Christine’s gun was still trained on him. The girls at the Rocking Horse weren’t backing down.

He spat on the floor. "This isn’t over."

Christine gestured to her men, who had just arrived. "Cuff him."

As the officers dragged Vincent Moreau away, Bernadette exhaled a shaky breath and turned to Walker.

"You saved me," she whispered.

Walker took her hands in his. "No one is ever going to hurt you again."

Bernadette smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "My hero."

Christine rolled her eyes. "Alright, lovebirds. Let’s wrap this up."

Walker grinned, but his eyes never left Bernadette.

She was safe.

And he would make sure she always stayed that way.


The day passed by much too quickly, and soon, the sun was setting outside.
Walker wears a luxury black suit and, a white shirt and he steps to another room. He notices the "the groom has not come inside" paper sign on the door so he knocks it.
"Hello? Is everything alright?" Walker ask.
"Yes! He comes!" someone answered from inside, and then the door opened.
The bride looks so nervous and worried he stares at Walker with big eyes.
"Hello," Walker greeted her. "I am here to marry you."
"you not enter inside. Bernadette said with a smile.
"I know, but I want to see your wedding dress." Walker smiled.
"come on."
Walker enters the room and sees Bernadette in her wedding dress. She holding it in her arms and smiling.
"I am ready."
"you are beautiful," Walker smiled.
"thank you," Bernadette said. " I can't believe I'm married to you and wear a white wedding gown."
"It's amazing."
"I know. I feel happy."
they kiss each other and hug.
"I love you," Bernadette said.
"I love you too." Walker said and whisper. "tonight just lift your skirt, and I will fuck you while you on your wedding dress."
"you're lewd!" Bernadette said laughing and put her hands to cover her mouth.
"I know." Walker laughed.
She laugh so hard Walker hold her hand and kiss her cheek. They stay together and walk to the wedding ceremony.
The wedding ceremony was held in the grand ballroom of a luxurious estate, adorned with chandeliers that cast a golden glow over the guests. The air was filled with soft music, the scent of fresh flowers, and the excited murmurs of the gathered crowd.
Walker stood at the altar, waiting, his heart pounding in his chest. He had faced countless challenges, fought against dangerous men, and navigated the complexities of this universe—but nothing had ever made him as nervous as this moment.
Then, the doors opened.
Bernadette stepped inside, her white gown shimmering under the warm light. The delicate lace hugged her figure, flowing down into a long, elegant train. A sheer veil covered her face, but through it, Walker could see her eyes—filled with love, excitement, and just a hint of mischief.
As she walked toward him, escorted by one of her closest friends, the room seemed to fade away. All he could see was her.
When she reached him, Walker gently lifted her veil, revealing her radiant smile.
"You take my breath away," he whispered.
Bernadette blushed, her eyes shining. "And you take my heart."
The officiant began the ceremony, speaking of love, devotion, and the bond that would unite them forever. Walker barely heard the words—he was too focused on Bernadette, on the way her fingers trembled slightly in his grasp, on the way her lips parted ever so slightly as she gazed at him.
"Do you, Walker, take Bernadette to be your wife?"
"I do," he said without hesitation, his voice steady and sure.
"And do you, Bernadette, take Walker to be your husband?"
"I do," she breathed, squeezing his hands.
"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Walker pulled Bernadette into his arms, capturing her lips in a kiss that spoke of passion, love, and promises of the future. The crowd erupted into cheers, but he barely heard them. At that moment, it was just the two of them.
As they turned to face their guests, Bernadette leaned in and whispered, "So… about what you said earlier. Lifting my skirt tonight?"
Walker smirked, his eyes dark with desire. "Oh, believe me, my love. I intend to keep my word."
And as the night of celebration began, Walker knew—this was just the beginning of their story.