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He hisses. “You are worth the whole fucking world.”

For the first time in my life, I believe what he says. I’m going to make an effort to push my doubts and insecurities to the back of my mind.

“Thank you for never giving up on me.” I lift my head to look at him, his face a little blurry from my tears.

I feel so many powerful emotions right now, but bliss is one that is showing through the most. “I will never.”

I smile. “I know.”

He smiles back at me, leaning forward to press a kiss to my forehead.

“No one else can compare to you either, Ronny. I don’t see other guys. You’re all I pretty much think about,” I tell him.

He grins. “Good to know.”

He scoots back into the couch, cuddling me closer. “Imagine my shock when men have asked me out and I’m horrified because it’s not you.” I giggle, thinking about the other day when I was at a store and some random man asked me out. I blinked at him, like you exist?

I expect Ronny to laugh, but his jaw is clenched angrily. “Did you tell him that your man will kick his ass if he didn’t take the rejection?”

Holy shit, he is pissed. I find his possessiveness way too attractive. “He accepted it and moved on.”

Ronny settles back into the couch and I laugh at his satisfied expression. “Good, it still fucks with me after what happened in high school with that fucker.”

I cringe at the mention of Holden. “He works in town at a mechanic shop. I went there to get an oil change and I backed out of there the second I saw him.”

“Is it one the club owns?” Ronny asks, and I shrug. The club has so many businesses that it’s hard to even keep track of them all, honestly.

“He does have kids, their file has come across my desk before. He is an alcoholic, so I have them in a great foster home, where they’re thriving.”

It does make me sad that Holden didn’t change any of his ways after school and just went downhill.

“He is a stupid fucker, I knew he was going to be shit.”

One thing I will never understand is how some parents are just so worthless, they don’t care as long as they get what they want.

“Around half of the women that live behind the gates can’t have kids. A lot of them have become certified foster parents and it’s worked out really well,” I tell him about one of my newest ventures.

“I’m so proud of you, you’re changing those kids’ lives.” He kisses my cheek and I grin at his affection.

While we finish our food, he doesn’t let me leave his lap. I’m content with him holding me, loving the feeling of how safe he makes me feel.

“Let’s go watch a movie,” I suggest once we finish our food. We can clean all of this up later. “We can go into the bedroom or on the couch?” I ask, and my eyes widen at the mention of my bedroom, not wanting him to think I want sex.

He bursts out laughing. “Fuck, your face is so red right now,” he points out, which just causes my face to redden further. I can feel the heat radiating from my cheeks.

He rises, still carrying me bridal style in his arms, and we go up to the stairs to the bedroom that he had built for us. I remember being embarrassed when he planned out the room and the bed.

“I guess the bed it is,” I mutter under my breath. My heart is beating so hard because us lying in bed together makes it more real.

He sets me on the bed before walking to the closet. His clothes are here—he filled the closet already and hasn’t used any of it.

He comes back out with two pairs of sweats and two of his t-shirts. He hands me one of the sets of clothes. “I do love your clothes.” I take them and he winks at me.

Over the year, I have collected his clothes and I typically wear them at night when I sleep.

His smell alone makes me feel safe. I bought a bottle of his cologne and spray it on the bed when I’m having a bad day.

I go into the bathroom, taking off the clothes I’m wearing and change into the sweats before washing my face, feeling a million times better now.

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