“What… Dry… I..”
Her words kept getting cut off. “Five bedrooms.”
Her eyes grew even wider. “What? Why?”
“Gotta have room to grow. Want my babies growin’ inside you, Wild Kat.”
A tear rolled down her face. “I always thought I wouldn’t have kids because of how I grew up, but I can see it. Here in this house with you. Our family.”
I reached in my pocket and pulled out what had been burning a hole in it for two months now. Waiting was fucking hard.
Grabbing her left hand gently, I glided the ring down her finger. “Time to make it official. I’m yours, and you’re mine. Wanna do it all with you, Katie. Everything with you.”
With my head next to hers still holding her from behind, I could feel the tears leaking from her eyes. Since I knew these were good ones, I didn’t say anything.
“Fuckin’ love you, Wild Kat. It’s been a bumpy ride, but here we are standin’.”
Katie turned in my arms, tears and all. “Yes. Absolutely yes.”
My lips came down on hers, and I officially claimed what had been mine all along.
40
CLUBHOUSE POV
IF THE WALLS COULD TALK…
Church was crowded with brothers, many standing against the walls around the space. Cruz had talked about getting a bigger space, and it was time.
The Ravage MC had grown so much over the years. Since Diamond was president, then Pops, and now Cruz. There had only been the three to hold the gavel in this room, and it held so many secrets.
Everything was decided here that was official club business.
And this was definitely official club business.
It was voting day.
Were the prospects in, or were they out.
Both Micah and Dryerson were up on the block. It was time. They’d both shown their allegiance to Ravage MC. They held honor and loyalty. They were strong, determined, and damn smart.
So, it was time.
Good and bad.
Good because if the club voted yes, they would be patched in, becoming full-fledged members.
Bad because if there was one no, they would be booted. No more prospecting. No more anything Ravage.
Both the men had ties here. Micah had blood ones, and Dryerson had ones he made on his own. Family didn’t have to be blood. Most of the time the ones you chose to be your family were the best you could have.
There was a slight hiccup with the voting… That was Micah and Jacks. Jacks still hated Micah, but that was a step up from loathing the man.
If Jacks voted no on Micah, he’d be losing the connections he'd had here since he was a child.
Not only would that cut him, it would cut everyone around him. His mother, father, and pretty much all the members including Emery. She’d long forgave Micah for his idiocy.
Jacks, on the other hand, had a harder time letting go.
Therefore, Micah’s was touch and go right now on votes.
The gavel slammed down, and all came to attention, turning to Cruz. “Votin’ day. Micah and Dryerson are up. Is there anyone here that will be votin’ no?”
He asked this question first because if someone intended to vote no, then Cruz would put off the voting for that particular prospect until the next vote. That was the only chance people got and truthfully, over the years, it had only happened once.
“Dryerson?” Cruz asked, looking around the room, and no one raised their hand stating they’d vote no.
“Micah?” Cruz asked, but instead of looking around the room, his focus went on Jacks. Hell, the entire room’s focus went on Jacks.
Tension thickened the room as Jacks crossed his arms over his chest and anger swept his face. This didn’t appear to be in favor of Micah.
“Fuckin’ hated that little twat. Hated everything he stood for. Hated how he hurt my woman. Fuckin’ told him that I’d never vote him in as a patched member.”
Tug, Micah’s father, stared intently at Jacks who turned to him. “Know he’s your son and you love him. But…” He trailed off, and Tug closed his eyes. Pain sliced through him knowing that the vote would be no.
Knowing that his family legacy would die today unless Cruz granted the extension.
The air was heavy and almost felt like a weighted blanket stifling all the oxygen.
Jacks waited for Tug to open his eyes again. “He’s earned his place here in Ravage. I’ll vote him in.”
Tug blew out a huge sigh and smiled wide.
That was the day that Micah and Dryerson became full-fledged members of the Ravage MC. When they officially became part of the family.
EPILOGUE
Axton
Every fucking day like clockwork I entered into Fallon’s Bakery. Coffee. That was what I told myself. I was just coming for coffee.
It had absolutely nothing to do with the woman who always had flour on her face, her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head, and a wide smile to greet every single person who entered the store.
Even for me. The man who ripped out her fucking heart and walked away, never to look back.
I was an asshole.
I’d thought I’d done it for good reasons.
But now, all I could do was order my coffee, smile at Fallon, and leave.
No way she’d ever give me a shot again.
Too bad considering all I could think about was her.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thank yous…
I have so many people to thank for helping me through this time.
My dad…
There is a gaping hole in our hearts. One that will never be filled.
But you keep getting up in the morning and pushing through minute by minute, step by step. The love you had with Mom was one never to be replicated. To this day, I’ve yet to see another couple kiss and hold each other as much as you two did.
Every single day you go to her grave and talk to her, rain or shine. The love she had for you continues on and will forever.
You taught me that true love never ends.
She may have been ready to go to Jesus, but neither of us were ready lose her.
If I knew how to make things better, I’d do it for you in a heartbeat. Until that day comes, you keep putting that foot in front of the other. We need you. The girls need you. I need you.
Grams…
You know you’re a pain in the ass, but you’re my pain in the ass, and I’m keeping you.
Ninety-one and acting like you’re fifty, running around town always on the move.