“I want that happily ever after life with you, baby.” He pulled back just slightly but kept his hands on her cheeks. “I love you.”
“If I didn’t want the hardened biker, the man who knows how to handle himself, I wouldn’t have stayed. I want you, only you. I love you.” She rose on her toes and kissed him on the lips softly. She kept her mouth on his and murmured, “You’re mine the same way I’m yours.” Constance felt the love for this man rise up in her. He wasn’t just the person she’d given herself to more thoroughly, deeply, than anyone else; he was the man that she couldn’t see living without.
“I know I’m not good enough for you.”
For a second she didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. “I love you for who you are. Never think you have to change for me. You opened my eyes, made me feel alive. You make me feel like I’m not alone in this world.”
“I love you so fucking much, baby.”
She kissed him again. “If I didn’t want this I wouldn’t be here.”
He pulled her in for a hug, and for several seconds just stood there, not moving, not breathing. She rested her head on his chest, right over his heart and loved the steady sound of it beating.
It lulled her, calmed her, and made her realize this was real.
He was real. This relationship was real.
“Let’s get that drink, and then let’s go to my place so I can properly show you how much I love you.”
God, she hoped she never got comfortable in the relationship, that they were always like this. And then he stopped and faced her, this serious expression on his face.
“What? What’s wrong?”
He cupped her cheek, his expression turning soft, loving.
“Move in with me, baby.”
Her heart stalled.
“I want to go to sleep and wake up next to you every day. I want to know that you’re mine and not going anywhere.”
She was stunned, frozen. “Yes, I want that too.” The words spilled from her mouth, the feeling that this was the right move so strong she couldn’t breathe.
She clutched at him, loving that she wasn’t afraid of this new venture, and that this felt exactly where she was supposed to go with her life. She didn’t need hearts and flowers. Constance just needed, wanted, a man in leather, riding a Harley, and rough around the edges to love her.
And that’s exactly what she got.
18
Two weeks later
Constance looked around the space that had once been her apartment. There was nothing left as she had packed everything up, and it was loaded onto the back of the waiting truck. Her life had changed completely, and it was about to do so again. Vengeance had not only wanted her to be his, and his old lady, he wanted her to move in with him, and she had agreed.
This was part of her old life, and she wanted to put it behind her, needed to more than anything. Pulling her hair up into a ponytail, she felt a sense of peace wash over her that no amount of sitting in the graveyard had given her.
“You okay?” Demon, the Prez of the Soldiers of Wrath, asked, standing beside her. She adored his wife and his son.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you so much for doing this.”
“Vengeance is a great guy.”
“I know. He’s been fantastic to me. I’ll be a good old lady for him. I promise.” Deanna had already warned her that Demon felt Vengeance was moving too fast with this.
He shook his head. “I’d be willing to take a bullet for every single one of my men, and we would all fight for each other. We live by our own code. We’re not in this for the pussy and the fun. It’s our life. You’ve got to be ready to fight for that because if you don’t, you’re dead.”
Vengeance had explained everything to her. By agreeing to be his old lady, she had taken on the responsibility of the club. She had to put the club first before anything else. If they were raided and cops asked her questions, she had to reply no comment or keep her mouth shut. No one was allowed to know club business, and she had to keep her shit together at all times.
The only law was that of the club, and what Vengeance didn’t realize was that she was so fucking happy about that.
All of her life she had been so concerned with what everyone else thought of her, and she looked forward to no longer having to worry about it. Yes, there were going to be people who judged, but she felt like it was going to be different. With Vengeance and the club, she was going to be part of their lives.
“Hey, sexy lady,” Vengeance said. He pulled her against him. His hand went straight to her ass and grabbed it hard.
She chuckled and wrapped her arms around him.
“Are you ready to go?”