Chapter 21 Infinite Joy, Infinite Love
Five months later
Rage
The sun is high, casting a glow over the backyard as laughter and the smell of grilled meat fill the air. The club is gathered around, beers in hand, voices loud and full of life. But my focus is on her. Rose. She’s sitting next to me, her face lit up by the sunlight. Her smile is my euphoria.
I reach over and take her hand in mine. Her skin is soft and warm. I bring her hand to my lips, pressing a kiss on her knuckles. She looks at me, her eyes sparkling, and I swear the world fades away.
“Oh yeah, baby,” Axle teases from the other side of the table, his grin wide and mischievous.
Elena elbows him in the ribs, muttering something about letting people have their moment.
I ignore him, my attention still on Rose.
She laughs softly, shaking her head, but I can see the blush creeping up her cheeks. God, she’s beautiful.
The conversation shifts as Elena and Milly start talking about last night.
Zara was rushed to the hospital, and we got the call early this morning—she had the baby.
A healthy boy. They named him Chester. The news has the whole club excited, and now we’re celebrating the newest addition to the War Brothers MC family.
“To Chester!” Reaper says, raising his beer. We all follow suit, glasses clinking together in a loud toast.
Reaper and Ava don’t stick around long. They’re heading to the hospital to see Zara and Bomber to congratulate them on behalf of the club.
The rest of us stay, and the laughter and chatter continue as the afternoon stretches on. But even in the middle of all the noise, my world is quiet. Peaceful. Because she’s here.
I’ve been amazed by her strength, her resilience. She’s had a few nightmares since the kidnapping, but she’s coping, healing, and every day I see her getting stronger.
As for me, I’ve found my own way to heal. I’ve turned my struggles into strength. Now I work at the local gym, teaching self-defense to women. There’s something deeply fulfilling about helping others, giving them the tools to protect themselves and feel empowered.
Letting go of the fighting feels right, like surrendering to something better, but it wasn’t easy. For a long time I was restless, like I was stuck in a cycle I couldn’t break. That changed when I found the job at the gym. It gave me purpose, a way to channel my energy into something meaningful.
On my bad days, instead of running myself into the ground with endless exercise, I talk to Rose. Having someone who supports me, who loves me for who I am, faults and all, has made all the difference.
The men who took her? They’re in the ground.
Am I happy? Yes. Do I feel remorse? Fuck no.
They deserved it. The woman they had with them .
. . we let her go. She was threatened before she left to keep her quiet, but the men suffered, and that’s what matters.
Demon’s been a happy boy ever since—he got to indulge in his wicked ways.
All I care about is that they’ll never hurt Rose again.
My father drained the light from me, broke me in ways I didn’t think could be fixed. But Rose . . . she pulled me out of the dark. She helped rebuild what was broken, piece by piece.
She’s wearing the ol’ lady vest I got her, the War Brothers patch on the back. Seeing her in it fills me with pride. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. She’s my addiction, my drug, and I’ll happily binge on her for the rest of my life.
Rose brought me back to life. She gave me everything I didn’t even know I was missing. With her, the hole in my heart is gone. She’s the reason I wake up every day feeling like I can take on anything.
I look at her now, her laughter ringing out as she teases Sophie about something. She glances at me, catches me staring, and her smile softens. She leans over and rests her hand on my arm, and I feel it again—that peace, that love that only she can give me.
“I love you,” I say, my voice low so only she can hear.
Her eyes shine as she squeezes my arm. “I love you too.”
She’s my peace, my everything.
Rose
The hours pass by. I lean against Rage’s shoulder, his arm wrapped securely around me, and let the warmth of the moment sink in. Life is good.
The club is all happy vibes, celebrating the birth of Zara and Bomber’s baby boy. Zara sent a photo earlier, and I can’t stop thinking about it. Little Chester, wrapped up like a tiny burrito, his face scrunched up in that way only newborns can pull off. He’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.
I glance around the table, watching as everyone talks and laughs, their faces lit with delight.
Life hasn’t been easy these past five months, but I’ve come out stronger.
I’ve had times when the fear tries to take hold, but I’ve faced them head-on.
I’m not a victim. I’m a fighter. And Rage has been there for me every step of the way.
Now, sitting here with him, surrounded by the people who’ve become my family, I feel like I’ve finally found where I belong.
The conversation shifts to babies, and I can’t help but smile as Sophie shows off the tiny War Brothers MC onesie she got for Chester. “It’s adorable,” I say, laughing as she holds it up. “He’s going to look so cute in that.”
Rage leans close, his lips brushing against my ear. “You know,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, “I wouldn’t mind seeing our kid in one of those someday.”
I turn to him; my heart skips a beat. His eyes are soft, full of love and something deeper. “You want kids?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nods. “With you, I do.”
I never imagined this life for myself, but now I can’t imagine anything else. The idea of building a family with Rage, of creating something beautiful together, fills me with joy.
Before I can respond, Cash’s phone buzzes on the table. He picks it up, his expression shifting as he reads the message. His brows furrow, and he frowns deeply.
“What’s wrong?” Axle asks, his voice cutting through the chatter. The table quiets, all eyes turning to Cash.
He tilts his head, letting out a heavy sigh. “I’ve got to get going,” he says, standing up. “I have a funeral to go to tomorrow.”
“I’m so sorry,” I say. My heart is aching for him.
He shrugs, his face unreadable. “I want to pay my respects to the family.”
“Who was it?” Axle asks, always the one to dig into everyone’s business.
Cash flinches. “An ex’s dad.”
Axle’s mouth drops open and he leans forward, his eyes wide. “You’re seeing the ex? The woman you’ve never gotten over. You sure that’s a good idea?”
Cash shrugs again, his expression guarded. “I grew up with her. We didn’t end on good terms, but I’d like to pay my respects. Sienna deserves that much. And I know she’d be there for me if I was in her shoes.”
His words linger in the air, and I can’t help but be curious about their relationship. There’s a story there. Cash is a good man. He’s doing this out of respect, out of loyalty, and that says a lot about who he is.
As the conversation shifts back to lighter topics, I find myself reflecting on how much has changed.
In my old life, I thought I knew who I was and what I wanted.
But that person no longer exists. After that breakup, someone took her place, and she is someone stronger.
Someone who knows her worth. Someone who’s sharing her life with a man who loves and cherishes her. Rage is the man I’ve always deserved.
I glance up at the mighty fine God. He catches me staring and smirks, leaning down to press a kiss on my forehead. “What are you thinking about?” he asks, his voice soft.
“You,” I admit, my lips curving into a smile. “How much I love you.”
His smirk softens into something tender, and he pulls me closer, his arm tightening around me. “I love you too, Rose. More than anything.”
And I believe him. I feel it in the way he holds me, in the way he looks at me, in the way he’s helped me rebuild myself. He’s the love of my life. My sanctuary. I’ve found my place in this world, and it’s right here, in his arms.
The end.