EPILOGUE
TWO MONTHS LATER
OAKLYNN
Wolfe grins down at me as he tucks my hand into the crook of his arm.
It helps calm my nerves, but not nearly enough.
I don’t even know why I’m nervous considering I’ve been looking forward to this day for the last two months.
Whoever said it’s difficult to plan a wedding didn’t have unlimited money to throw at the problem.
I giggle softly to myself because I know how ridiculous this whole thing must be for anyone else.
Talk about money greasing the wheels.
My dress is custom made.
The food is catered by my man’s own restaurant, even though no one knows that they own it.
The alcohol is all top shelf.
Then there’s the venue.
When I found this vineyard, I instantly fell in love with it and knew it would be the perfect backdrop for me to marry my men.
I mentioned it to Kirill and that I was worried about availability.
What did my man do?
He bought the fucking vineyard.
Who does that?
“Are you ready?” Wolfe’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I blink up at him and I nod because I don’t quite trust my voice.
I’ll need it soon, but right now my emotions are running away with me.
Everything has come together so perfectly and I’m looking forward to making vows with my men even though I’m nervous about it as well.
Even though this wedding has a huge price tag, the guest list is on the smaller side.
Why would it be large?
This isn’t for show, it’s for us.
The only people here are those who mean something to us.
There are members of the Devil’s Saints MC, Wolfe and his team along with their woman, and Angelo Amato.
It’s more than enough for us, especially with Mikhail still plotting behind the scenes.
“Thank you for walking me down the aisle,” I murmur softly.
Wolfe gives my hand a squeeze, his eyes softening.
“It’s my pleasure to walk my new sister down the aisle to marry my brother.”
He starts to lead me around the corner to lead me outside through the waiting double doors.
Just as my men come into view, he leans over and kisses my cheek.
Four growls come from the men at the end of the short aisle, but Wolfe chuckles, not at all bothered or worried.
I try to hide my smile, but it breaks free before my breath catches as I look up and see my men.
It’s sometimes hard to believe that these men are mine.
They are far too handsome for me, but I believe they live for me with every breath they take.
Over the last two months, we have made plans, built our lives together, and deepened our connections.
And that’s while still keeping our eyes open for Mikhail and whatever bullshit he’s planning.
We’ll be ready when the time comes but today is not the time for any of that.
I know everyone turns toward me, but I don’t look away from my men.
Their eyes rake over me and I can feel the heat of their gaze even at a distance.
The closer I get, the more of my nervousness disappears.
Before I can step up to them, Kirill reaches out, curls his arm around my waist, and hauls me up against my chest.
“You look incredible, Solnishko ,” he murmurs, his words heavy with sincerity.
The officiant clears his throat and when I glance over, there’s a small smile on his face.
When the crowd chuckles, my cheeks heat, but I ignore it.
“The sooner we get through the ceremony, the sooner you can kiss your bride,” the officiant teases.
Kirill turns me gently and my men flank me, surrounding me with the love we have grown into something formidable.
Something strong.
Something that has tangled our souls together, healing them from the tatters they once were.
I get lost in the moment and the heat of my men, the sensation reminding me of everything we’re about to embark upon.
Even though I’m legally marrying Kirill, the commitment we make today is as a family.
“The vows you share with each other today, in front of those who enrich your lives, are more than just words. They are promises made from your heart to the next and entwine your souls with hope and determination.”
Tears prick the backs of my eyes because the way my men declare their love for me is beautiful and always fills me with warmth.
I want the future they promise with their eyes.
There’s not a doubt in my mind that my men will kill anyone who tries to get in the way.
And if it’s up to me to ensure our happiness, I will be just as vicious.
Anything less is unacceptable.
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