Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“Then, let’s get this show on the road,” I tell him.
We walk out into the backyard behind my house. I smile in satisfaction at the tons of flowers and white chairs with coral bows. There’s a white satin runner between the aisle and a huge archway where the boys and I go to stand and wait for my woman. It looks exactly how I envisioned. I know Grace will be happy and that’s all that matters.
Soon, the music starts. I’m pretty sure my heart stops beating when Grace comes walking down the aisle in a white dress that is simple, elegant, and unbelievably gorgeous. With every step she takes toward me, tension I didn’t know I had begins to fade away. Subconsciously, I was worried that something would happen. Other than Lyla, I’ve not had much really good in my life. Grace is the answer to every dream I’ve ever had.
As she makes it to me, I all but grab her and take her mouth with all the hunger I have overflowing inside of me. I hear the whoops and yells of the crowd, even some of the laughter, but I ignore it and lose myself in my Grace.
“I think you’re supposed to wait until I finish my spiel,” Sawbones says when I finally allow Grace to pull back and get some air.
I look up at my fellow club member. He took some internet course so he could marry us. I didn’t really know who I’d call to do it, and Grace liked the idea of keeping it in the family—which were her words. She’s accepted my club completely and I have to admit, I worried she wouldn’t. She’s becoming tight with the other old ladies, too, and I know that only good can come from that.
“I’ll do what I want,” I mutter, placing another small kiss on her lips. “I love you, beautiful.”
She grins big at me, tears of happiness shining in her eyes. “I love you, too,” she whispers.
We turn to face Sawbones and I don’t remember a lot of the actual ceremony, but I know all the way down to my soul that I will remember the way she said “I do” for the rest of my life. Just like I will always look back on today and remember dancing with my wife while my club joined in, and the way Asher danced with Daisy while Grunt told me I needed to control my kid—and we all laughed at him. This is my family, the source of my strength, happiness, and comfort. I’ve never felt more connected to them than I do today, and I know in my bones that Grace is the one that brought that out of me. I’ve waited my whole life for her.
It was more than worth it.
EPILOGUE
KING
One Month Later
“I think that’s the last of it,” I say as I put the last box down on the concrete pad.
I’m with Dragon today at the Savage Brothers MC, Tennessee chapter. He and Nicole came down to visit with Crusher and Dani. Dragon asked if I could meet him out here and help move some shit with the rest of the club. Tennessee was bombarded with storms and the clubhouse had been flooded. Today they are going through everything and we’re packing up things so the Service Pro people can work their magic. Diesel—the president of this chapter—is discussing things with Dragon. They’re kicking around rebuilding the clubhouse and raising the new structure up slightly to prevent future flooding. The place apparently hadn’t been in danger before, but the weather has been crazy for the last couple of years.
“Thanks for your help, King,” Diesel says, as we walk over to the picnic table he’s sitting on top of. He hands me a beer off of the cooler that is on the bench by his feet. I grab it, taking a long swig, enjoying it.
“No worries, I have some time on my hands,” I say with a shrug.
“Dragon mentioned confidentially that you might be looking for a new place to lay your head and a new club.”
I look back at the man who is my father by blood, a man I hated most of my life, and have lately called friend. Our relationship is odd, to say the least. He gives me a look with a shrug. “I know you’re not comfortable joining my club. Won’t keep me from trying to make sure you’re happy, son. Sue me.”
I shake my head, fighting a smile. If someone had told me that I would actually like this man a year ago, I’d have called them a liar, kicked them in the balls, and spit on them. Then again, a year ago, I thought I found a woman I could settle down with, a woman I could have kids with, and build the life I had never had—but always wanted. Turns out she wanted that too, but not with what she called a biker who would rather break the law than live a decent life. I push the thoughts away. I don’t need to sink into that headspace right now. It’s bad enough when I’m alone.