Page 45 of War's Witch
Epilogue
CLEO
“So let me get this straight. You have been a nomad for years, but always find your way back to the Three Kings MC, Vegas charter?” I ask, looking at my man like he grew a second head.
He nods. “Yeah, for some strange reason, they always felt like home to me.”
I am sitting up on a medical bed in the Rugged Skulls’ clubhouse. Forge patched me up yesterday when I was brought here after that fucker beat me up. Thankfully, I have no major injuries, just some cuts and bruising.
War has not left my side, making sure that I do not do anything that may cause me more pain.
He’s been attentive in caring for me. I have to admit, I like it. There is just something about a big burly biker who acts all rough, ready, and gruff but a soft teddy bear for a woman.
Something inside me settles, showing me that what I feel in my heart for him is something I have known for a while.
I am safe here, with him. The chaos, the bruises, will fade, but my love for Mason ‘War’ Naylor will not.
“You want me to move to Las Vegas with you, and you will hand in your nomad patch and become a permanent member there?”
He nods. “Yes.” He takes my hand. “Never thought I would get a second chance to find a woman who I love, Cleo, but here we fucking are.”
I gasp, hearing him say the words for the first time.
“You love me?” My vision blurs as tears fill my eyes, but I see a mark on his handsome face.
He has a bruised cheekbone, plus a cut just under his eyebrow, but it adds to his ruggedness. This man killed for me, and I know that I should be scared, but nothing will make me fear him.
“With everything that I am, baby. Lilian was my past, and you are my future.”
“I love you, too,” I say, looking him in the eyes.
I need him to feel my words.
“It took me years to trust men again. The Rugged Skulls MC men helped; they enforced faith in men for me, but you, Mason. You showed me that I can love someone who will not intentionally hurt me. You are someone who will kill for me.”
He leans in, kissing me gently, not to hurt my bruised mouth. That prick got a good hit on me.
“Move to Vegas with me. I will get you your own tattoo studio, and you can manage it. Hire anyone you want.”
I pull back, looking at him with shock. He grins at my surprised face, then nods.
“I have spoken to the club, and Tote is more than happy to front a shop for you. The club would get a discount but we think that you will rake in the green, babe. Your work is fuckingamazing, best I have ever seen. And I cannot wait for you to ink me.” He winks.
I let his words sink in. Move to Vegas. Leave Phoenix, and leave the Rugged Skulls MC, leave Target, and my guys. The idea of leaving them makes my stomach twist tightly, but the thought of War leaving without me, makes my heart ache in a way that's sharp enough to steal my breath.
My mind spins as everything I have worked for flashes through my head. The people who have stuck by me, helped, and supported me are here.
But when I look at Mason, something inside me wants to leap into the unknown for him. We are new, so neither of us know what tomorrow or next year will bring, but seeking out a new adventure seems like a damn good plan to me.
My hands tremble as I reach for his, grounding myself in the warmth of his skin. His gaze meets mine, my heart beating rapidly in my chest as I decide on our future.
“Vegas.” I giggle. “With you. Always.”
“Fuck yeah, baby.” He kisses me again, and I get lost in the tender kiss.
The door opens, and we pull apart, turning to look at who walked in. A handsome— hell, fuck no, this man is sexy, and he smiles at me as he steps to the bed.
“Brother.”
