Epilogue Two
Epilogue Two
Devil
“What are you thinking, Logan?”
I look up at my wife. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear her come into the room. I reach out my hand to her and she takes it. I pull her down into my lap, leaning into her to give her a kiss.
“I was thinking that I’m probably the luckiest motherfucker on the face of the earth,” I tell her when we break apart.
“I think that’s my line,” she whispers, her hand sliding against the side of my face. “I’ve put you through so much.”
“You’ve given me the world, Angel. I’d go through it all again, just to be sitting here like this with you right now, surrounded by my family.”
She curls into me deeper, her head going down to press against the side of my neck as she looks out at my brothers and their old ladies. Diesel and Rory are standing by the bar, laughing with Dani and Crusher. Down from them Fury and Ellie are talking to each other, their concentration on each other so complete that it’s a toss-up on if they realize there are other people in the same room. Rebel and his new girlfriend are out on the dance floor, same with Scorpion and the woman he’s been dating for the last month.
It’s easy to tell that everyone here is happy and satisfied. I’m glad, I want that for my family, but there’s no way in hell they are as happy as I am right now.
Torrent and I have come through hell, and through it all we’ve held onto one another. I wasn’t lying to her, even though sometimes I wonder if she thinks so.
I’d go through every damn thing again, even Wolf’s torture. I’d endure it all to be the bastard that gets to hold onto her like this, and be the man in her bed.
Life is sweet and fuck if it just doesn’t keep getting sweeter.
“I love you, Logan.”
“I love you, too, Angel. I always will.”
We kiss then, and I realize that my brother Fury and I are just alike, because I love my wife so much that other people in the room cease to exist for me, too.