Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
I’d come here chasing victory. But standing on the asphalt with Torin’s ring on my finger, his patch on my back, and his baby in my belly, I finally realized I’d already won everything I could ever want.
EPILOGUE
NITRO
2 months later
The first sound I heard when I walked through the door of our house was Jana laughing. Real, unguarded, belly-deep laughter that made my chest crack wide open every damn time I heard it.
She was in the kitchen, barefoot, hair tied up, messy with wisps falling loose, freckles scattered across cheeks flushed from the stove’s heat. She wore one of my old shirts, the sleeves rolled up and the hem skimming her thighs, and she was waving her fingers at Ashlynn’s two-month-old daughter, balanced against her mother’s shoulder.
The baby let out a tiny grunt, fist curling near his face, and I froze like an idiot just watching. Ashlynn gave Jana a look only mothers can pull off—half amusement, half exhaustion—and adjusted her hold while still managing to stir something in a pan.
“Good luck in seven months,” she teased, eyes flicking to me as I leaned in the doorway. “Yours won’t come with an instruction manual either.”
Jana rolled her eyes, but her grin didn’t falter. “You make it look easy.”
“Easy?” Ashlynn snorted, bouncing her son. “Haven’t washed my hair in a week, and Mason had to search online for how to fold the stroller yesterday. But yeah, sure. Easy.”
That earned her another laugh from Jana, and fuck if I didn’t want to bottle the sound.
I stepped into the room finally, pressing a kiss to the top of Jana’s head before resting my hand on the curve of her belly—still flat, but mine all the same. “Baby’s not even here yet, and you’re already volunteering for overtime.”
She tilted her head back to look up at me, green eyes soft but sparkling. “Somebody’s gotta get practice.”
“You’ll get plenty,” I muttered, brushing my thumb over her stomach, voice dropping so only she caught it. “Kid’ll know from the start he’s got the fiercest mom on the planet.”
Her lips parted, that little crack in her armor showing again. The only one I got to see. I kissed her before she could argue, long and slow.
We were interrupted when heavy boots entered the kitchen, and Edge groaned, “Fucking hell, you two. Some of us are trying to keep food down.”
Jana laughed against my mouth and pulled away, swatting my chest lightly. “Go set the table before I burn dinner.”
I didn’t argue.
The house smelled like garlic bread and roasted chicken. Several of my brothers were here, their laughter and low hum of conversation filling the air. It wasn’t the clubhouse or the track. It was home. And it was ours.
The thought of Jana here, glowing with freckles and fire, with our future in her belly, had me feeling like the luckiest bastard alive.
Later, after the table was cleared and Ashlynn’s and Savannah’s little ones were asleep in the spare room, the guys sprawled in my living room, beers sweating on the coffee table. Kane leaned back, his arm over Savannah, smirk sharp as ever. “Hell of a thing, Nitro. Didn’t think I’d ever see you playing house.”
“Not playing house,” I corrected, arm tightening around Jana where she curled against me. “Building one.”
Edge lifted his bottle in mock salute. “Careful, brother. Keep talking like that and we’ll start to think you’ve gone soft.”
I bared my teeth in a grin that wasn’t a grin. “Try me.”
They laughed, the kind of dark humor that comes from men who’d bleed for each other.
“Just you wait,” Axle murmured, not even bothering to try to hide his amusement at the idea of Edge being taken down by a woman.
Edge snickered and took a drink, then grunted, “Cold day in hell, brother.”
Laughter rumbled around the room, but Axle, Kane, and I shared a different smile. Edge’s time was coming. I wasn’t normally a superstitious guy, but I had a feeling he just jinxed himself.
More banter continued, and through it all, Jana’s hand slid over mine, entwining our fingers across her stomach.
Home. Family. Future.
All mine.
EPILOGUE
JANA
The roar of the crowd was a living thing. It pulsed in my veins, mingling with the engine’s vibration. My grip on the wheel was tight but steady. I’d taken this track in practice more times than I could count, but nothing compared to this moment—race day, the real deal, my first professional circuit.
Although I’d been a member of Redline Precision since Kane first made the offer, I hadn’t been able to race until after I had Nella. Being behind the wheel at high speeds was too dangerous while pregnant. The wait hadn’t even been that difficult, since Torin filled my life with so much happiness and family that I didn’t have time to miss racing too much.
But once I got back into the driver’s seat, I was more determined to win than ever. And this was my chance to make my mark.