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He holds my chin, so I can’t look anywhere but at him. He wants to share the moment of his own release with me. With a low groan, his face contorts as he finds his own pleasure, the sensation of his dick jerking inside me, taking me with him.

Hearts thudding. Breaths panting. I breathe him in. He breathes me in.

I rest my forehead against his and stare into ice-blue eyes as he wraps his arms tightly around me until there is no space between us.

I press kisses against his lips. Softly. Gently. Tenderly.

“Our love is soul-deep, Jaine. You feel that?” he whispers.

“I do.”

And then we lie side by side like we always have and always will. I gaze up at him, my heart full that the boy I fell in love with when I was nineteen is now mine.

My sounding board. My life raft. My confidant.

My Irish.

“Are you blatantly admiring my handsomeness again?” He smirks.

“Well, someone’s got to find you good-looking, so it may as well be me.”

“Ouch.”

I snicker as my fingers trace the tattoo of my name on his chest. “What did you say to Ace at his graveside?”

He places a kiss on my forehead. “I thanked him for thinking of me with his dying words, and I thanked him for loving and caring for my son.”

Tears prick my eyes. “Anything else?”

He looks down, and our gazes connect. “I told him that if I were lucky enough to get a second chance, I would do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman in the world. And I will, Jaine. Every day.”

I smile and roll my eyes exaggeratedly. “You mean I’m stuck with you?”

“You’re stuck with me in this life and all the others we’ve yet to live, darlin’. Forever. For always.”

“Promise?”

He holds up his pinkie, and I hook mine around it.

“Pinkie promise.”

CHAPTEREIGHTY-TWO

DYLAN

The O’Connell Home, Darling, New York

Our lives are never straightforward.

Each day is like opening a new storybook. Some days have a happy ending. Some have a cliffhanger ending. Some have a sad ending.

Two things are guaranteed. No two days are ever the same, and not everyone will appreciate the content.

Ma decided to lay bare the final skeleton in the O’Connell family closet. The fact that she gave birth to an illegitimate child when she was a mere twenty-one years old. A little one she gave up for adoption because the biker daddy she’d had a dalliance with refused to make an honest woman of her and instead married one of his own kind.

Now we know why she hates bikers so much.

I’m sure our outlaw peers would have a field day if they knew that the District Attorney, Nathan Hawke, was actually our big brother. To say the rest of the family was shocked was an understatement.

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