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“I love you too, Kane Huskins. Our kids love you also. We know you will love us and keep us safe. They are happy and so am I. You are a great father to them, even in the short time you have claimed us.”

“Good, baby, because I plan on putting a baby inside of you soon. I want our family to grow.” He winks.

Shaking my head at him with a grin on my face, I watch as his eyes grow heavy and he drifts off to sleep like the kids. I watch my family, thinking of how lucky I am to have this. Most do not.

Domestic violence is something people can’t control or predict, and it takes so much fucking courage to walk away. I just wish there was more support out there for men and women who suffer from it.

Looking at what is right in front of me, my heart feels full for the first time in my life. I plan to hold on tight to it all, and like Kane said, expand on what we have, because there is plenty of love to go around.

When I arrived here running towards safety for me and my kids, and I saw how Kane stepped in to protect us without hesitation, I knew that one day I would be seized by Solo.

EPILOGUE

SOLO

Years ago, if you’d told me that this would be my life, I would never have believed it.

I’m sitting in the back garden of the clubhouse, watching the kids play. My brothers are chilling with their ol’ ladies, enjoying the summer weather—which is hot as fuck, thanks to the heatwave we are having.

Dutch and Una’s daughter, Oakley, is now three. Fucking three. My kids, Ruthie and Ricky, are thirteen today. Kink and Adele are finally pregnant after years of my brother trying to knock his woman up.

It was fun seeing him try to trick her into falling pregnant because Adele is too smart for him.

Elsie sees me watching her from across the garden and winks at me, making me chuckle. My wife is a whole new person than when we first met. She is now confident and feisty. She loves being fucked hard but loves it soft too.

Right now, she has it soft, because she is pregnant and due in a few weeks, so I take sweet care of my woman. We married a year after we rescued Ruthie, there was no way I wasn’t claiming her legally, and the kids.

It was a process to go through. We had to pretend that we didn’t know Nigel was dead. When the court tried contacting him about the divorce and adoption, their letters and communications went unanswered, so the judge granted what we needed.

So I married my woman and adopted the kids on the same day.

“Need another beer, Pres?” I look to the side and see the new prospect looking at me.

“Nah, I’m good.” I wave him off.

Yeah, who would have thought that I would become the President of the Royal Bastards MC, St Ives charter?

“Fuck, it’s still weird hearing you being called ‘Pres’.” Kink laughs.

My father stepped down two years ago after he had a minor heart attack, it made him look at things differently, so he wanted to live his life stress free. So he and Nadine travel a few times a year and enjoy their lives, plus spoiling their grandkids.

We made the decision to take the club into more legal business’ since kids were popping up. We still make plenty of money so no fucker bitched about it. The club stepped in and bought a pub, but kept the staff on to run the place.

Una decided to expand her cleaning company but also bought a fucking run down building and turned it into a place where sherents out the rooms on some website. We live in a high tourist area, so that shit brings in a ton of money.

“Any word from Émile? The last I heard, he was looking for a new supplier and cursing up a storm about us,” Dutch asks.

“No. He hasn’t reached out to me.” I shrug.

“Or me,” Sport chuckles.

He was the prospect who stepped up to take on Émile years ago, but that stopped when we ended our arrangement.

“I bet you are really fucking sad about that,” Kink fucks with him.

Sport rolls his eyes. “Yeah, really fucking heartbroken.”

“I see Woody is still not making a move on Eden.” I nod in our brother’s direction.

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