Epilogue
EPILOGUE
KNOX
I t’d been months since Kelsie came back into my life, since she walked through that clubhouse door and looked at me like she hadn’t slept since she left me.
I’d felt the weight of the world on her shoulders at that moment and had wanted nothing more than to destroy whatever made her feel that way.
After I’d killed those rival MC members, we talked the entire night. I held her as she told me the reason she’d come back. And although she killed that fucker, I wanted to resurrect his sorry ass and kill him all over again.
I made her a promise that night. She’d never have to run again. Not from anyone.
Two weeks after we had that talk, after she bared her heart and soul to me, we moved in together. My place became her place. It became our home.
Even now, I thought about how domesticated I was. Hell, we did laundry and cooked meals together now. I bought her beauty supplies and tampons when she didn’t feel like running to the store. And I fucking loved doing those little things for her.
And I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
She kept her job at the clubhouse—said being around the crew put a smile on her face. She liked taking care of those rowdy bastards, and I loved having her near me all the time. She completed me.
But Kelsie also signed up for school again, and fuck did that make me proud of my girl. She was going after what she wanted, hustling through classes as she chased a future I desperately wanted her to have.
And every night, I’d sit quietly and watch her study. I’d have a raging hard-on as she’d pull her lip between her teeth and worry the flesh until it turned red and swollen. Every single time, I wanted to reach over and undo her sexy, messy bun and rip my oversized hoodie from her tiny frame. And then I’d want to fuck her until her pussy creamed and she screamed my name over and over.
But I restrained myself. Barely.
I loved my girl.
I fell harder for her every day.
She was my peace in a world filled with dark chaos and brutal violence.
And tonight, I was going to do something I should have done years ago.
We sat on the porch, a beer in my hand, a glass of wine in hers. Kelsie was curled up next to me, her bare feet in my lap, my fingers tracing her little toes. She was laughing at something dumb I said, and God, I fucking loved the sound of it.
I couldn’t focus on anything but her, mesmerized by the lines of her smile and the tiny crinkles near her eyes when she giggled.
While she told me some stupid shit a patch did earlier today, I put down my beer and reached into my pocket. The little velvet box felt heavy as fuck in my palm as I shifted slightly, facing her.
“Can you believe that?” she asked, and when I didn’t respond, she looked at me and immediately noticed what I held.
“Sweetheart,” I said, my voice thick as nerves I’d never felt before filled me. “You showed me that no matter how ugly the world is, having you in my life, by my side, makes anything and everything worthwhile.” I gently moved her legs off me and stood up before facing her and dropping to my knee.
Her eyes glossed over, and she covered her mouth with her hand as she blindly set her wine glass down with the other.
I opened the box, showing her the ring.
“Marry me, baby.”
She didn’t hesitate. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she whispered, “You know damn well my answer is yes.”
I grinned, my girl pulling a chuckle from me. I slipped the ring on her finger, stood up, and pulled her into my arms. And in that moment, I felt fucking untouchable. I felt invincible.
Because me and Kelsie? We got that happily-fucking-ever-after.
And fuck anyone or anything that tried to change it.
The End.