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She’s still quiet and I stare at my clenched hands, worried about what’s going through her mind. When I finally lift my eyes, I see that she’s smiling back at me.

Thank fuck.

“Are you gonna be mad if I paint the bathroom bright pink? Because I’m kind of thinking of making the place extra colorful.”

I hope she’s fucking joking, but even if she isn’t, I’d still let her do it, just as long as I get to wake up beside her every day for the rest of my life.

I laugh, holding her face in my hands and pulling her in for a kiss. “Baby, you can paint it how ever the fuck you want, as long as you’re living with me.”

“Deal.”

After her last assessment shows she’s well on her way to a full recovery, Sienna is finally discharged. I load her up into one of the club’s SUVs, and we make a pit stop at the clubhouse, where she follows me inside. She’s eager to be back, which is a far cry from her first few days here, and I’m happy she accepts MC life.

My brothers are crowded around the bar, and as soon as they see us, everyone turns to give us their attention. Bright smiles are plastered on their faces as they welcome Sienna back. She returns their sentiment, her beautiful eyes filled with happy tears.

“Just saying a quick hello and letting you assholes know my ol’ lady is gonna be fine.” I’m finally confirming what’s been true for a few weeks now, and their shock doesn’t go unnoticed.

Everyone shares a glance, but it’s Tex who cocks his head with a question. “If that was your way of making this shit official, you’re too late. We already know.”

They all laugh. Then, one by one, each of my brothers starts mouthing off.

“This motherfucker thinks we’re stupid, huh?” Jerk is the first to comment before flipping me off.

“Maybe he wants a gold medal or something.” Maverick crosses his arms over his chest and widens his stance. “Is that it? You want a kiss on the head?”

Mildly annoyed, I retort, “I’ve got a head you can kiss, motherfucker,” while grabbing my cock for emphasis. A roar of laughter bounces around the room and Sienna joins in. I glance at her by my side, ecstatic I get to hear that angelic sound again. “In that case, we’re out, fuckers. We’ll see you assholes tomorrow.”

“Glad to see you’re okay, Sienna!”

“Come find me when you want a real man!”

“The offer still stands for you to sit on my lap, sugar!”

Everyone shouts at the same time, and we can hear their continued laughter trailing behind us all the way to the SUV. Instead of going back to my place, I agree to stay at Sienna’s condo with her for a while so I can help her pack as my brothers start work on the house.

It takes a few weeks, but we get the place looking just the way she wants it with new furniture, fresh paint, refinished hardwood floors, and a remodeled kitchen and bathrooms. Thank fuck the club has its own construction company or this shit could’ve taken months instead of a couple of weeks.

It’s been the longest sixteen days, waiting to move into our home together, especially while Sienna heals from her wounds and has limited mobility.

“You ready?” I squeeze her hand as we stand next to my new truck, looking at our house.

She turns her head to face me, excitement sparkling behind her eyes. She’ll never understand the lengths I’d go for her, what I’d do to keep her happy and safe.

“Take me home.” A smile tips up the corners of her full, pouty lips. Then she rises on her tiptoes to kiss me.

EPILOGUE

SIENNA

It’s weird how fast time moves.

Three months ago, I never would’ve dreamed that I’d be hiding out with one of the most dangerous motorcycle clubs, or that I’d be shot at and almost killed, or that I’d be living with a biker named Throttle. But here we are. I’m in love and have a new home that’s the perfect blend of the two of us.

Lately, I’ve been working from home while I recover from my injuries, but I was supposed to go into the office today. I didn’t, though, because my follow-up appointment with my doctor was rescheduled and today was the only time they could get me in before she goes on vacation. Thankfully, I’m healing well and no longer in pain. The wound on my abdomen is now a scar that reminds me of everything I’ve endured over the past several weeks.

The truth is I didn’t want to wait any longer and asked to be called if there were any cancelations. It’s been six weeks since Throttle and I have had sex and I’m at the end of my rope. It’s impossible to resist that man, but he’s taking the doctor’s orders seriously. Too damn seriously, no matter how much I argue otherwise.

The doctor finally enters the exam room after I’ve waited almost thirty minutes, time I spent reading the same magazine that’s been here for the last two years. I almost have it memorized.

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