Page 100 of Rage

When we finally part, both breathless, Mason rolls onto the side.He gathers me against his chest, my curves fitting perfectly against the hard planes of his body.His fingers trail fire along my spine.

Silence stretches between us, comfortable and warm.The horrors of the night feel distant now.

The first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, painting the room in soft pinks and golds.Mason’s chest rumbles beneath my ear as he speaks.

“I want to marry you.”

My heart skips a beat.I push up onto my elbow, searching his face.There’s no hesitation in his eyes, only certainty and love.

“Mason,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper.

He cups my face in his large hand, thumb brushing across my cheekbone.“I know it’s fast,” he says.“But I love you, Meadow.More than I ever thought possible.I want to build a life with you, I want you to have my babies.”

Tears fill my eyes.I lean into his touch, savoring the warmth of his skin against mine.“Yes,” I whisper.“A thousand times yes.”

Joy lights up Mason’s face, then his lips trail down my neck, scruff scraping deliciously against sensitive skin.I gasp as he finds that spot behind my ear that drives me wild.My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close.

“Mason,” I breathe, arching into him.

In one fluid motion, he rolls us over, pinning me beneath his solid weight.His eyes burn with a mixture of love and fierce possessiveness as he gazes down at me.

“Say it again,” he demands once more.“Tell me who you belong to.”

“You.”

His grin is dark and wicked.“That’s fucking right.”

epilogue

Meadow

One Month Later

The clubhouse buzzes with the usual evening activity: the clinking of beer bottles, raucous laughter, and the low rumble of conversation.I lean into Mason’s solid warmth, savoring these quiet moments of normalcy after everything we’ve been through.

Suddenly, the doors open with a resounding bang that silences the room.Reid stumbles in, his face a mask of panic and fury.His usually meticulously styled hair is disheveled, eyes wild with fear.

“She’s gone,” he chokes out, voice raw with emotion.“Lily’s gone.Someone took her.”

The words hang in the air for a heartbeat before chaos erupts.Brothers leap to their feet, questions flying rapid-fire across the room.Mason’s arm tightens around me instinctively as he stands, pulling me up with him.

“What happened?”Cole demands, his normally laid-back demeanor replaced by sharp focus.

Reid’s hands shake as he runs them through his hair, leaving it standing on end.“We were supposed to meet for dinner.She never showed.I went to her place and—” His voice breaks, a sound of raw anguish tearing from his throat.“There was blood.Signs of a struggle.Her phone was smashed on the floor.”

A chill runs down my spine at his words.Memories of my own ordeal flash through my mind, and I press closer to Mason’s side.

“Did you call the cops?”Harlan asks, already reaching for his phone.

Reid’s eyes flash dangerously.“Fuck the cops,” he snarls.“We handle this ourselves.Nobody takes what’s ours.”

The change that comes over him is both terrifying and awe-inspiring.Gone is the easygoing charmer, replaced by a man consumed by rage and desperation.He stalks across the room, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.

“I want every available brother on this,” Reid demands, his voice low and deadly.“Check all the usual spots.Lean on every snitch and lowlife in this town.I don’t care what you have to do.Find her.”

The room explodes into motion, brothers rushing to comply with Reid’s orders.Phones come out, calls are made, and within minutes, the roar of motorcycles fills the air as groups head out to search.

Reid paces like a caged animal, energy radiating from him in waves.His eyes dart around the room, settling on a framed photo of the club.With a guttural cry of anguish, he rips it from the wall, hurling it across the room.The glass shatters, raining down in a glittering cascade.

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