EPILOGUE

DELILAH

Ican’t explain the pull that brought me to this building.

Whether it was a need to watch as Drew paid for what he did to me, or to witness the passion in Royce’s vengeance, I didn’t know what to expect when I walked through this door.

The bloody scene ahead should scare me. The jeering scowls of the men standing by, watching as Royce torments an evil man’s final moments should frighten me. The serenity I feel as I scan the entire room should cause me to question my own sanity.

But I only feel at ease as I watch Royce march back to the front of the room. Weapon of choice already dripping with blood and thirsty for more. The moment the drill begins to whirr, I lock eyes with Drew for the final time.

And I feel nothing toward him.

No hate. No pain.

As I turn away, and the shrill agony of his screams reach my ears, I feel no mercy.

Exiting the building, I step out under a clear night sky. I take in its vast beauty as the dying howls of my tormentor cease, just before the door clicks shut.

I gaze at the stars as I walk back to the shack, and I realize I’m no longer jealous of them. They burn brightly, even among the chaos.

But now I do, too.

As does my love for Royce.

I know the path we’re destined to travel will be rocky.

Maggie won’t be the only one who disapproves of our relationship. Of that, I’m certain. I’m going to fight like hell to repair our damaged relationship, and I hope we can regain the closeness we once had.

Assimilating into club life and everything that comes with it—the dangers, the lifestyle, the rules—will be a struggle.

Not to mention the inevitability of both Royce and I fucking up from time to time because neither of us know the first thing about being in a relationship.

But none of that matters.

Not one piece of it.

Because I have his heart, and mine belongs to him.

Because I no longer have to wonder what it feels like to be cherished by the person who means the most to you in this world.

Because for the first time in my entire life, I don’t feel trapped by those who abuse their power and exploit my weaknesses. I’m not suffocated by the overwhelming feeling of dread. I’m not questioning the safety and security of my future.

I feel weightless.

Invincible.

Unequivocally, undeniably, and unconditionally loved.