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I nod, but there is no settling the nerves that rock my body when he leaves me in the bedroom to go deal with the cops. I expect someone to bust into the room any second, demanding I recount the incident, but when the bedroom door opens next, it’s Reaper and he looks relaxed.

“Pack a few of your things. We need to go,” he says, and my eyes widen in horror.

“Are we running away? Are we going to be fugitives?” I mean, as insane as it sounds, I would follow this man anywhere. Christ, how much my attitude has changed from the way Aunt Meg raised me to be. But Reaper simply shakes his head with a chuckle.

“I’m taking you to the clubhouse. We’ll stay there until the cops are done and the house has been cleaned. I want to show you my world.”

My eyes fill with tears at his words. “Really?”

“Yes,” he says, cupping my jaw and dropping his forehead against mine. “Then first thing Monday, I’m taking you to the courthouse and making you my wife.”

I nod tearfully, loving every word he’s saying. Feeling lucky that this man stumbled into my life when he did.

“I love you, Reaper.”

Epilogue

Seven Years Later

Reaper

Three things in this world terrify the hell out of me, and I am not an easy man to scare. The first one is the thought of losing my wife, the love of my life. The second one, unsurprisingly, is the Texas Longhorns not winning a national championship in my lifetime.

The third and most important is facing my wife’s wrath. Hence the reason I am creeping around my own damn home like some cat burglar.

See, the boys and I got a little rowdy after tonight during a sparring session, and I might have taken a few punches to the face. I know without a doubt that my wife will make her displeasure with me more than clear.

I stop by our oldest kid’s bedroom and ignore the “do not enter” sign on the door to peek in on our six-year-old son sleeping in his bed, his covers balled at his feet. I let out a sigh and walk in, pulling the covers over his frame before leaning down to kiss his forehead. He stirs in his sleep but doesn’t wake up. The boy really does take after me with my dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. I have done my very best to be the father I never had, raising him to be a better man than I ever could be. My next stop is the twin’s room, and the girls are fast asleep too, looking like angels, just like their mother.

I breathe out a sigh and walk to the master bedroom, hoping to find my wife fast asleep, but I know better than that. My wife always waits for me to get home before settling in for the night, and for the first time in a long time, I wish that wasn’t the case today.

I’m shit out of luck.

Oh, she’s going to kill me when she sees the bruises on my face. The lights are on when I walk into our bedroom, and I expect to find her reading a book or something but my jaw drops to the floor when I step into the room.

On the bed in a sexy little nurse’s costume that is unbuttoned to reveal a lacey red bra, is my lovely wife.

“Hello there, handsome,” she practically purrs, and my cock hardens in an instant. “Are you here to see the doctor?”

Fuck me.

I strip off my jacket and drop it to the floor, approaching my wife in long measured steps, my cock throbbing with the need to touch her, but she stops me before I can, shoving me on the bed, and I drop to my back. I watch through lust-rimmed eyes as she straddles my lap, the move exposing her sexy thighs, and all I want is to tear off her little outfit and ravage her.

“You’re so goddamned sexy, angel,” I rasp, rubbing my hands on her exposed thighs, but the movement is quickly cut off when she suddenly smacks my chest. “Hey!”

“What happened to your face?” she hisses in a pissed-off tone, but fuck if that doesn’t send an ache to my cock. “You got into a fight, didn’t you? I told you if I can’t, then you’re not allowed to get hurt either.”

Heaven above, she looks so freaking sexy when she’s mad. Sure, her temper can be downright terrifying at times, but after seven years of loving this woman, I know the right buttons to push to get her on the same page as me.

Has it been seven years already?

Time seems to have flown by so fast, but that tends to happen when you are happy. This lovely woman gifted me three kids, and she made my life a hundred times better by simply being in it and loving me. Before her, no one looked at or touched me the way she does. I never wanted anyone to.

My happily ever after.

When she quit her job at the hospital and started working for the MC, she became a very important asset to the club by helping take care of my brothers during emergencies. Hell, she helped deliver a child at camp when a club member’s wife went into early labor. The mother and child were safe and healthy when the ambulance finally showed up.

Working for the MC has helped me keep a close eye on my family and protect them, being the father to my kids that I never had. And all this is possible because of the beautiful woman glaring down at me. Fuck, just watching her makes me want her so fucking much, and it seems I only fall deeper in love with her as the years pass.

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