Page 131 of Cold Hard Truth

“I’m fine with that.”

She looks at the ring again and then glances up at me, reaching for a kiss. And I give her all of me, the parts only she owns. Her jacket might say she’s mine, but that’s only because she knows that I’m hers.

Destiny.

Epilogue

Sage

Six Months Later

It’s been a longfucking day, and there’s been a lot of those lately. But I’ll take eleven hours at the shop over the shit at the clubhouse every once in a while.

Blaze has been slowly rebuilding the ranks while I recruit. We have the most prospects the Twisted Kings has had in years, and they’re loyal. We went back to the rules that were in place when my father was around. Longer time served as a prospect and unanimous votes to become a member. If we’re going to rebuild the club, we’re going to do it right.

With Blaze in charge, and our newly reinforced bond with Steel’s club in Vegas, we’ve been sharing ideas and finding new ways to grow stronger. The LA Twisted Kingshave their reputation back in a way that makes me proud to wear my patch again.

I’m finally taking clear breaths, remembering who I saw myself being when I was a kid. A member of the club, someone who cared about my art. Getting the best of both worlds and making a difference.

I finish the final line on my sketch when movement in the doorway catches my attention. Lyla’s peeking around the corner smiling at me.

“You’ve been here all day.” She closes the door behind her and tries to force a frown but can’t with her grin. “Aren’t you tired yet?”

“I’m better now.” I kiss her when she makes her way over to me.

Nothing feels better than her. Those lips on my lips and her skin on my skin heals me. Takes away all my stress and my pain.

“This might not be good news then.” Lyla pulls back, smiling at me.

“Mightbe good news? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I said it was good.” She pats my chest.

“You said itmightbe good.”

“Don’t go getting all beastly for no reason.”

“Beastly?” I pick her up and sit her down on the chair in the middle of the room. “Pretty sure you enjoy it when that happens.”

Her thighs part for me, and the moment I feel her heat through her jeans, I’m full mast.

“Did you miss me today, butterfly?” I ask her, and she slowly tips back as I kiss a path down her throat.

She hums as I peel her jacket off her, revealing her paint splattered skin. She and Candy have been slowly painting the clubhouse, the bar, and the houses in the neighborhood. Now that the damaged structures have all been rebuilt, the girls have been bonding over curtains and décor.

She doesn’t say it, but I think she likes making the Twisted Kings feel more like home again. Lyla brings life to the walls. She brings peace to a place built on violence.

“I always miss you.” Her nails dig into the back of my neck. “But I’m here for a reason.”

“Oh yeah?” I grind my cock against her pussy and look up just in time to catch her eyes rolling back in her head.

She’s fucking stunning, and when she’s lost in the feel of me, I can’t handle it.

My wife.

I should have married her years ago, and every day I’ll make my mistake up to her.

“I didn’t come here for that.” She bites her lip, but then I sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her breast, and she groans. “Okay, maybe a little bit of that. But notonlythat.”

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