Epilogue
DAKOTA
As I lay on the cold leather table, Roe hovered in front of me, taking my hands in his as he wheeled his stool closer.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Pushing up onto my elbows, I cupped my man’s cheek with my left hand, admiring the stunning ring he’d put on my finger weeks ago, not long after Cassi’s epic star-studded—literally—birthday party.
In the weeks since Adam’s final attack, the three of us had managed to heal tremendously. But I was beginning to discover that was what happened when you were surrounded by love.
“I’m positive. I can’t wait to have your art on my skin.”
As an engagement present, Roe had shown me a piece he’d been working on since shortly after I got to town. It was a beautiful mosaic heart, broken pieces that had been put back together to make something even more beautiful.
Upon closer inspection, I discovered that he’d worked the names of every person I loved onto the pieces, making that heart even stronger.
The instant I saw it, I knew it was meant to cover that hideous rose on my back, and I couldn’t wait !
Some of the club members worked at a studio owned by the Wraiths, and the guy Roe had chosen to tattoo me was apparently one of the best in the business. A guy by the name of Rake.
He was going to tattoo the heart, but also, down my spine I was replacing Roe’s and my words.
It’s you.
It’s me.
It’s us.
I was putting my man back on my skin where he belonged, and he was never ever coming off. No matter what. Those words would be branded into my body like they were branded onto my soul.
“You know this is it for us, right? You, me, and Cassi. It’s us forever.” I curled one corner of my lips into a cheeky smirk. “You’re never getting rid of me.”
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to my lips as he smiled. “Baby, you could try running again, but there isn’t a corner of this earth I wouldn’t search to find you.”
“Good,” I whispered, feeling a little misty-eyed. Unlike in the past, I didn’t bother trying to stop my tears from forming.
Because lately, every tear I shed was a happy tear.
I cried happy tears when Roe proposed.
I cried happy tears as we watched Lennon and Pope pledge their love to each other for eternity.
I cried happy tears when my father finally pulled his head out of his ass and asked Bea to be his wife.
And I bawled happy tears all over the damn place the first time Cassi called me Mommy.
It might have taken me thirty-five years, but I finally discovered what perfect was, and each day I woke up beside Roe was better than the day before.
I couldn’t wait for us to discover together what our future held. Because something told me it was going to be so much damn fun.
The End.
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