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Her smile nearly lit up the room, and she nodded. “I’d love to be a part of your and Violet’s family.”
“Sorry it took me so long to get here,” the doctor said, walking into the room and looking at the two of them in the bed disapprovingly. “You shouldn’t be sitting with him. He needs to be assessed.”
“It’s okay,” Razor said. “She’s a nurse. I’m in good hands already.”
“But the doctor is right,” she countered. “You go get all checked out, and when we have some news, I’ll call Violet. Then, I’m going to get our girl and take her home while you rest and recover.” Hearing her say that Violet was their girl, and calling his place her home, when she had only spent about thirty minutes there while they packed up to go to the safehouse—well, it just felt right.”
“Thank you, honey,” he breathed.
“For what? I haven’t done anything,” she insisted.
“Yes, you have. You love me, and that’s so much more than I ever deserved.” Razor meant it, too. She had filled a void in his life that he never planned on filling again, and he was so damn thankful that she never gave up on him—even when he had given up on himself.
“Right back at you, babe,” she said, calling him by the nickname that Tori had all those years ago. It might have been a sign, or maybe it wasn’t. Either way, Razor knew that he was right where he was supposed to be—with Ella by his side.
Epilogue
Razor almost felt like a kid on Christmas morning, taking Ella to meet all the guys that he had been telling her about for months now. She said that she already felt as though she knew most of them just by talking to them all over the phone. Spade was the only member she had met, though, and he knew that Cynthia would be tagging along, and she’d help Ella feel comfortable. Most of the guys’ Ol’ladies were like that—welcoming to the new women who showed up to the club with their bikers. He just couldn’t believe that he was actually bringing his Ol’lady to the club with him. If someone had asked him just a year ago if he could see himself in a loving relationship with a woman, whom he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he’d tell them that they were crazy. Yet, here he was, walking into the Road Reapers, proud to have Ella on his arm. She didn’t know it yet, but he planned on asking her to be his wife before the night was over. He wanted to do it in front of his brothers—it just felt right to do it that way.
Razor had already talked to Violet about making their little family permanent, and she happily agreed to his idea. The only protest she had was when he told her that she couldn’t goto the bar with him to watch him pop the question. She had school in the morning, and after months of being away from her teacher and friends, she needed to get back into her routine. He promised to tell Violet all about it in the morning and assured her that Ella would show her the ring—as long as she accepted his proposal. God, he hoped like hell that she did because he couldn’t imagine his life without her.
Mace met them at the door, as though welcoming them to a party or something. “You must be Ella,” he said, pulling her in for a quick hug. “It’s so good to finally meet you in person.”
“You too,” Ella almost whispered. “Thank you for all of your help.”
“You are family now, and that’s what family does for each other, honey.” He pulled Razor in for a side hug and slapped him on the back. “I’m not seeing a ring,” he whispered into his ear.
“Soon enough,” Razor assured. He could feel Ella’s eyes on them, watching their private conversation, and he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to keep his secret much longer. The guys all had big personalities and even bigger mouths. They gossiped more than a room full of women in a bingo hall. If he didn’t get on with asking her to marry him soon, someone else would end up doing it for him.
“It’s about time you show up,” Spade yelled from across the bar. “My woman has been driving me nuts about meeting you, Ella. This is Cynthia,” he said, proudly wrapping his arm around his wife.
“It’s so good to meet you,” Cynthia said. “When you’re ready to meet the other Ol’ladies, I can show you around and introduce you to some of them. I just don’t want to overwhelm you.”
“That would be great, but maybe a little later. I need to catch my breath,” she said, looking up at Razor. He knew that his club could be a little overwhelming, but his poor girl looked like she could use a beer, and to be honest, he was feeling the sameway. His nerves about the whole night had gotten to him. Razor quickly introduced her to the Blaine brothers, and Ella thanked them for their help in freeing her from the Devils. If it weren’t for everyone pulling their money to pay for her, she might never be free. Razor had promised to pay every one of his brother’s back, but they had all refused. They told him that was what families did, and he knew that firsthand. After he lost Tori, the Road Reapers surrounded him and Violet with so much love, he knew they would always be there for him, and now Ella.
“How about a beer?” Razor whispered into her ear. She quickly nodded her agreement, making him chuckle. He led her over to the bar and ordered them both a beer.
“Your friends are all so nice,” she said.
“They are your friends now, too—if that’s what you want. Mace doesn’t call someone family unless he means it, honey,” he admitted.
“I’d like them to be my friends too, Razor, but only if you’re okay with that,” she breathed.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay with it?” he asked.
“Because I’m not sure what to think anymore. One minute, you act as though you want me to stick around, and the next, I feel like a third wheel. I’m not sure that I should keep on crowding your and Violet’s space. I love you enough to let you go if that’s what you need.” He wiped the tears from her cheek and leaned in to gently kiss her soft lips.
“What I need is for you to stop talking about letting me go, honey,” he said. “I also need you to say that you’ll marry me.” Razor pulled the ring box from his pocket and popped it open. “This wasn’t how I planned on asking you tonight, but hearing you say that you don’t know where we stand only pissed me off, honey. I’m in love with you. I’ve only ever told one other woman that, and I think that she’d want me to be happy—with you. Will you be my wife, Ella?” he asked.
She raised her shaking hands to her mouth, trying to stifle her gasp as she looked at the ring. Razor knew that all eyes were on them, but he didn’t care. Right now, it was just Ella and him, and all he wanted to hear from her was that she’d marry him.
“Well,” he prompted, “are you going to say anything?”
“I—I love you too, Razor,” she admitted. “I’d love to marry you.” He picked her up and spun her around the bar, nearly knocking over the beers that he had just ordered for them. As soon as he put her back on the ground, he stuck the ring on her finger, not wanting to give her a chance to change her mind.
“She said yes,” he shouted to the guys. Cheers went up from all corners of the bar, and everyone swarmed in to congratulate him. It was overwhelming, and from the look on Ella’s face, she felt the same way. “Listen, we appreciate the warm wishes, but I’d like a moment with my woman. Can we use your office, Mace?” he asked.
Mace groaned, causing a bunch of the guys to laugh. “As long as you don’t have sex on my new couch, sure,” he grumbled. Razor had heard rumors of one of the new guys named Nick, using Mace’s office as a place to take women. He ended up breaking the old couch while trying to manage two women at once. The guy was quickly becoming a fucking legend around the Road Reapers, not that Mace thought so. Nick was barred from entering Mace’s office without an invitation, and the rest of the guys liked to give Nick shit about that.
