Savage Desires (Black Rose Doms Book 3)

Epilogue

It”s beentwenty-one days since Kisten bought me in an auction. I can honestly say they have been the best days of my life. After the night we raided Mecca and took out Yuri Ivanov and Damon Savada things were pretty tense. Especially since we gave the Italians the opportunity to capture Nolan Byrne. Seamus was pissed and declared war on the Italian mafia. He didn”t want to believe that his son could be involved in something he himself had spent years of his life fighting against.

It wasn”t until Kisten sorted through the records collected from Mecca, the mansion, and Yuri”s home that we were able to show him proof of his son”s treachery. There is a shaky truce between them now. It seems like the whole city is holding its breath, waiting to see what will happen.

Dominic Savada, the Don of the Italians in New York City, died ten days after he was told of his son”s death. He wasn”t angry. He even invited us into his home for dinner and to discuss business. Romeo Cassella, Dominic”s successor, wants to join our efforts in searching out and annihilating human trafficking rings. Not just in the city but the country.

Many things have changed with Kisten”s group since Nolan”s betrayal. He disbanded the group at large, realizing there was too much opportunity for people to double-cross him. Now, it”s only the inner circle we had at our backs that night, minus the Savage Knights. They left the next day with promises to help in the future if needed, but their home is in Texas. I was sad to see my biker friends leave. Though, not having to see Cutter”s disapproving looks anymore was a relief.

I have plans with Shawn for sniper lessons when we get home from Vegas in a couple of weeks. I”m looking forward to it. Shooting has been a cathartic thing for me. I frequent the range, using the challenge to help quiet my mind. Most people would do yoga or meditate to find balance and peace—neither worked for me. I tried—shooting works.

Another thing that works is my playdates with Hera. We”ve been on three so far… I added three more trophies to my collection. I found out that Samuel Little is considered the most prolific serial killer the United States has ever seen. He said he murdered ninety-three people. Considering I have hundreds of men on my list, I could easily surpass that number. Though, I won”t be getting caught. Not with Hera teaching me all her disposal techniques. Kisten hates when she pops in—which she does frequently—and hates it even more when she whisks me off on her sleek motorcycle. I fucking love the freedom of riding on it. I”ve been asking Kisten for my own, but he refuses to budge. Instead, he surprised me by showing me his Harley Davidson Softail.

Hera”s Ducati is sleek and sexy, but Kisten”s Harely is badass. The matte black makes it look like something the Grim Reaper would ride. Definitely not the White Knight”s steed, but it perfectly suits my Dark Knight. Plus, the loud rumble and deep vibrations definitely earn the Harely bonus points. Even so, I want my own Ducati to ride alongside Hera on our adventures instead of behind her… maybe a lovely matte black to match Kisten”s.

The car stops in front of a building I haven”t seen in over six years. I spent so much time here as a kid. Memories of happy times flood my mind, and some of my anxiety abates. We”ve been in Vegas for less than twenty-four hours. The plan was to check into the hotel and relax, then we would visit my dad tomorrow. It only took Kisten an hour to decide it wouldn”t work because I was an anxious mess.

The gym closed ten minutes ago, but I can”t seem to get out of the car. My dad is there, and I don”t know how this reunion will go. I”ve vacillated about what I will tell him about where I”ve been all this time. I hate the thought of telling him the truth because no father should have to hear that, but I”m sure he already suspects what became of me after I was taken. Gunner told me they found the men who took me and shut down their operation here in the city, but it was too late to track me down. I had already been sold, and they told Dad that six years ago.

”We don”t have to do this now, beauty. We have all the time in the world. We can stay in Vegas for years if that”s what it takes for you to be ready,” Kisten says.

”You know I love you, right?”

He pulls my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles. ”And I love you more than life.”

”Promise you won”t leave my side?”

”I”ll be right there the whole time, love. If it gets to be too much, let me know, and we”ll go back to the hotel. You don”t have to hash everything out at once. Like I said, we have time.” His words put me at ease.

”Okay, let”s do this.”

He kisses my knuckles again. ”Wait for me.”

I roll my eyes but wait for him to open my door anyway because I secretly love how he takes care of me in even the smallest ways. We walk hand-in-hand into the gym. The old bell rings when the door opens, announcing our arrival.

”Gym”s closed,” my dad shouts from his position on the weight bench. He always lifts once the last of his clients leave for the day. He says it helps him decompress even though he spends hours punching things every day.

”I hoped maybe you”d make an exception for your little fighter,” I say.

The weights crash to the ground as he spins in our direction. He stands frozen in place, staring at me like I”m some kind of apparition. Not that I blame him. It”s not every day your lost daughter pops in randomly to say hi. I watch a barrage of emotions flicker over his face: anger, sadness, confusion, and then pure unadulterated joy.

Once he realizes I”m actually standing here and not some figment of his imagination, he crosses the distance between us in long strides. He pauses for barely a second before pulling me into his arms. Kisten doesn”t immediately drop my hand. He waits until he feels me relax into my dad”s hold before releasing me. I wrap my arms around Dad”s waist, and I”m transported back to that sixteen-year-old girl who felt safest in her father”s protective arms.

”Tell me I”m not dreaming,” Dad chokes out.

”I”m not sure. It feels like one…” I say tearfully. I lost the battle with my tear ducts the moment I felt my dad”s arms around me. They are tears of sadness and anger for the years stolen from us and tears of happiness and joy at being reunited.

He finally pulls away and holds me at arm”s length so he can look me over. He has his own tears streaking down his face. I”ve never seen my dad cry before.

”How… how are you here? I thought for sure you were—” he chokes off his words. He was going to say dead. He thought I was dead. Even so, he kept calling Cutter to make sure someone out there was still looking for me. He was in a hopeless situation, and still, he didn”t completely give up on me.

”Kisten saved me,” I say, giving him the easiest answer I can. I step back and wave toward Kisten. ”Dad, this is Kisten Daniels.”

Kisten offers his hand to my dad. As soon as their palms touch, my dad yanks him into his arms and hugs him so tight I”m surprised Kisten can breathe. ”Thank you. Thank you for bringing my little girl home.”

”No need to thank me, Mr. Morris.”

”Call me Felix. And there is every reason to thank you. I can”t even express how I feel right now with words.”

Kisten nods knowingly. This isn”t the first time he”s been to a reunion like this.

”I kept your room the same… You”re grown now, so you”ll want to change it. Make it something new, a fresh start,” my dad rambles.

I bite my bottom lip and look at Kisten for help. He doesn”t say anything. He”s waiting for me to make my decision. Even though I”ve told him dozens of times he owns me, so there”s no escaping me, he still seems to think I might change my mind. He hasn”t said anything, but I know he”s worried that returning here would change things for me.

He”s wrong. I love my dad and have missed him so much, but I can live without him. I can”t live without Kisten. He”s my entire reason for breathing. Besides, I don”t have to live without my dad. We can talk on the phone as much as we want, and since Kisten has access to a private jet, we can visit often. I can have the best of both worlds.

”I”m not staying in Vegas… I live in New York City with Kisten…”

Dad immediately looks at Kisten with suspicion. Not that I blame him. His daughter, whom he knows was sold as a sex slave, pops up years later with a man she claims saved her. It”s not out of the realm of possibility that Kisten was the one who kept me all these years and that I”m now a victim of Stockholm syndrome.

”He really did save me, Dad. He runs an organization that takes down trafficking rings. He found me while working undercover to take down a ring in New York City. I was being sold at an auction, and he bought me to save my life. He rescued six of us that night, and when we took down the trafficking ring, we were able to save forty-seven more girls.”

Dad”s face is a mask of shock. I can understand why people don”t really understand how many women are used in trafficking rings like the one I was kept in. Two or three girls go missing, and you assume that”s all it is when usually those women are sent elsewhere. A private buyer or a brothel or something like it.

”I guess I”m moving to New York. It”s time for a change of scenery anyway,” my dad says.

”You don”t have to do that, Dad. We can always talk on the phone, and Kisten has a private jet, so we can visit a lot.”

”I”m moving, and that”s that,” he insists.

”What about the gym? This place is your life.”

He shakes his head. ”No, little fighter. You are my life. Have been since the moment I opened my door to see a precocious two-year-old in a frilly pink dress with pigtails. I only stayed here in hopes that you”d find your way home. Now here you are…”

I throw my arms around him, hugging him tight. ”I love you, Dad.”

”I love you, too.”

”What about your fighters?” I ask.

He shrugs. ”I”ll open a new gym in New York. They can follow me there or find a new trainer.”

”Starting over is a lot of work…”

”It is, but it”ll be worth it to be in the same city as my daughter.”

”I own a gym that leans heavily towards fight training. You can use it for training if you don”t want to start from scratch. You can be a fifty-fifty partner. Willow has already started making changes to attract more women customers. We have plenty of space. If we need more, we can always expand. I own the storefronts on either side of the gym.” Kisten says.

Dad smiles. ”Sounds like a great idea. I”m in.”

We talk for a while longer about this and that. Dad asks a few questions about where I”ve been, and I answer vaguely. I won”t lie to him, but he doesn”t need those things living in his head. When it”s time to return to the hotel, it”s hard to say goodbye. The only thing that makes it bearable is that we”re going to Dad”s for brunch tomorrow.

As soon as the hotel door closes, Kisten has me pinned to the wall, kissing me deep and hard. It”s a mad dash to get our clothes off. We have sex on every surface of our suite. Sometimes it”s a fast, hard fuck; others, it”s slow and sensual. Every time is us declaring our love for each other in the most basic of ways.

I”m in my favorite spot on top of Kisten with his cock buried inside me, his heart beating steadily under my ear. I”m so happy and full of love I can barely contain it.

”We should get married,” I say.

Kisten”s hand freezes its path down my back. ”What did you say?”

I sit up so I can see his face. I ignore how good it feels when his cock goes deeper inside me with the move. I love being his little cock warmer, as he likes to call me, but it”s super distracting sometimes. ”We should get married. Here. Now. I want to be tied to you in every possible way.”

He growls. ”I”m supposed to be the one proposing to you.”

I laugh. ”You snooze, you lose.”

He sighs and reaches for the nightstand drawer. He pulls out a small box and opens it, revealing a beautiful ring. It”s a square-cut black diamond with smaller pink gemstones on either side and a platinum band. It”s the most beautiful ring I”ve ever seen, and it”s just perfect for us.

”It”s beautiful, Kisten…”

”I had this made a while ago. The black diamond is to remind you that your Dark Knight will always be by your side, fighting for you and loving you. The pink diamonds are to remind you that you”re my heart and that no matter what life throws our way, you will always be my guiding light in the darkness. I”ve been waiting for the right time to give it to you…”

”Now would be the perfect time,” I say, smiling.

He grabs my left hand and slides the ring on my finger. I roll off of him and hop off the bed.

”Where do you think you”re going?” he growls.

”To get married!” The ”duh” is definitely implied in my tone.

”We can”t just get married.”

”Why the hell not? We”re in love, engaged, and in Vegas. Seems like a good time to me.”

”Don”t you want a big wedding with friends and family?”

I scrunch up my nose. ”No. Not even a little bit. We can throw a party later if you want to celebrate with everyone. I want this to be just us.”

”You”re sure?”

”Positive. Now get dressed before I find a new groom.”

He grabs me from behind with a growl and spins me around. ”Don”t even joke about that.”

I smile sweetly at him. ”Got you out of bed, didn”t I?”

”Hera has been a horrible influence on you,” he grumbles.

”Don”t lie. You love it.”

”I love you,” he says.

”I love you too. Now make me your wife…”

THE END