Page 96 of Making the King

“I’ll hold you to that, Killer.” I promise, taking the last step to close the distance.

Around us, a crowd has gathered, but I ignore them, ignore our friends, our family, and focus entirely on the woman I love.

Reaching out, I hand her the red rose, and she takes it, smiling as she places it in the cradle of her arms on top of the other ones.

Then I drop to one knee.

Her brows knit together, and she looks up briefly, her gaze darting to her friends before coming back to me.

That’s when I hold up the small box, crack the lid and reveal the ring. The new ring.

“Rocco,” she gasps, her eyes turning glassy as her gaze darts from mine to the ring, and back.

“I know we are technically already married, but I never got to do it the right way. The way you deserve.” I swallow the thick lump forming in my throat as Alana steps in and silently takes the bunch of roses from Cara’s hold. “Cara. Mi reina. Mi castigadora. Will you do me the honor of re-marrying me?”

A tear spills from Cara’s eye, the same one that is marked with the teardrop tattoo, before she nods quickly and lunges for me.

“Yes!”

As I catch her, rising to my feet to claim her lips in a searing kiss, our friends cheer around us, as well as some of the gathered crowd.

Somehow, Cara ends up in my arms, her legs wound around my waist, while she shows me with her lips and tongue how she feels in this moment we share.

When we finally come up for air, we pull apart to see the orange glow of the sunset painting our surroundings, and Gray and Gunner dancing around with Rose and Alana, while Sasha keeps taking photos.

“Did you have any idea?” I ask Cara, and I refocus on her, and she beams, shaking her head.

“None whatsoever. How did the girls keep it a secret?”

I chuckle. “I actually don’t know, because it’s something we all worked on for a couple of weeks, to pay the right people to keep most of the cars off the wharf.”

“Really?” she asks, her dark brows shooting up. “And no one complained about that?”

I shrug. “No one that wasn’t easily persuaded.”

She giggles and I take the ring out of the box, tugging the old one off her finger, and slipping the new one on.

“So, are we really going to get re-married? Like a wedding ceremony and everything?”

I nod. “Fuck yes. I won’t have the day your dad sold you to me as your memory of our wedding. I want you to know I’m marrying you because I love you, and no other woman on this earth will ever walk beside me, than you.”

“Well, shit,” Cara whispers, emotions getting the better of her. “I really want that too.”

“Then let’s do it, Killer. Let’s get married the way you deserve.”

Her smile holds more beauty than a million sunsets in that moment, and as we kiss each other some more, I feel truly excited for our future.

We return to Dirty Diamonds by the time it’s completely dark, where everyone celebrates our engagement. Our real engagement despite being married for over six years. And sometime after midnight, Cara and I sneak away to our little house on the water, to get lost in each other.

I know the moment we walk through the door that tonight is my night to submit, something I haven’t done since last month when I got a vasectomy. I did that for us since we both agreed we never wanted to be parents. Then again, according to my killer, we’ll have our hands full with training and wrangling bikers and girls, so maybe we are parents in a different way.

I will admit, my dominance since then has been about proving my manhood, something she’s teased me about, but she isn’t holding back anymore.

“Everything off and bend over the bed.”

Fuck. I’m instantly hard from her husky demanding tone, and the anticipation of what she has in store for me.

I don’t fucking mess around, stripping my clothes as she does the same.

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