Page 88 of Stiletto's Savior

“I doubt my blood test and this one are both wrong,” Tara says, a mix of relief and worry in her voice.

His chant of “I’m gonna be a dad” echoes in the room, happiness gleaming in his eyes.

The club erupts into cheers and whistles, celebrating the news with a frenzy.

I walk toward the front doors of the clubhouse when the doors swing open with a bang, and the energy shifts.

Zane strides in like a force of nature, his gaze locking onto Octavia’s.

I hold my breath, heart racing.

Octavia rushes up to him. “How did it go?”

Zane grins, all teeth and triumph. “The Commander is dead!”

Cheers erupt from the crowd.

It’s deafening—whoops and hollers echo off the walls, mingling with the laughter of the kids playing somewhere in the club.

I can’t help but join in, adrenaline pumping through me.

This is what we’ve been waiting for—the end of a nightmare.

Octavia calls out, her hands already busy pouring rum into glasses. “Let’s get those drinks flowing! We have a lot to celebrate!”

I scan the crowd. “Where’s Miles?”

My heart races just thinking about him.

As if I’m summoning him myself, there he is.

Standing tall, his buzz cut sharp under the twinkling lights.

That five o’clock shadow gives him an edge.

His brown eyes catch mine, sparking something electric.

“Hey,” he says, striding over.

I grab his hand, “Hey. I was starting to get worried.”

Miles places his hand against my cheek. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I am more than capable of handling myself. Now, I need a damn drink.”

He wraps an arm around me and we make our way over to the bar, where Bama is manning it, making various drinks for everyone.

Once we have our drinks we weave through the crowd, dodging kids racing by with toy cars and laughter filling the air.

I can hear Gears still bantering with Sydney as they dance, their joy infectious.

Miles smirks at me. It’s one of those smirks where you know he has something up his sleeve.

I arch a single brow. “What is it?”

Miles chuckles lowly, “I might have an early Christmas present for you. One I think you’ll be happy with.”

The truth is I’ve never been one who has looked forward to presents.

My mother never gave them to us for any occasion, so my sister and I stopped expecting them from an early age.

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