Page 62 of Forever Zara

Rider was her soulmate. The man who meant the world to her.

But not because he completed her.

Rider was the man who helped Zara complete herself. The woman she’d always meant to become.

She didn’t know she was born to rule at the side of the most famous biker in the country. But here she was, loving her life and knowing she was meant to be here with him.

Her soulmate loved her with so much conviction; it wasn’t hard to be capable when she had that much strength standing at her back. To let herself heal and become comfortable in her skin again.

Zara was who she wanted to be.

She was a grown woman who enjoyed Disney and sweets.

She was the complete opposite of Rider on paper, but they fit like two perfect puzzle pieces in life.

They’d waited to meet.

Fought through the tough times to love one another.

And now they walked side by side into this new chapter of their life.

Zara was speaking the absolute truth when she whispered in his ear how she couldn’t wait to strip him down and celebrate their marriage.

As predicted, Rider lasted four minutes before he growled, grabbed her up, and carried a laughing Zara to start their party of two.

She knew her man and could manipulate his dirty side when it benefitted her too.

The Marinos’ were going to be unreachable for a while.

EPILOGUE

“To be continued…” – Knox Marinos

Six months later.

The last of theSoulsnew business ventures was opening today.

After overseeing the construction, Rider was more than ready to hand over the day-to-day running of them to the managers Zara hired. Some were club groupies; others were locals. It never hurt the club’s rep when they could give jobs to the town. They’d provided forty-five jobs, but that was never his primary goal. Their hard work was all for the profit.

He stopped his bike outside the strip mall, braced a booted foot on the ground and placed a hand on Zara’s thigh behind him. “You good, Icy?”

“I never tire of going on a ride,” she declared, happiness in her tone. He grinned to himself. They’d been busy as hell this past six months. What with getting the shops ready to open, making sure their hellions had food in their bellies, and didn’t throw themselves off the top of a closet. That one was mostly his Harper, she was a handful and a half, and she ruled their household with her endless giggles and love for her brothers. She loved those boys like they belonged to her. Knox, who was coming into his personality, followed her everywhere. He couldn’t do the shit she did yet, but he tried and then screamed when he couldn’t climb like Harper.

Never a dull moment in his house.

Helping Zara down from the bike, he hooked a hand under her hair and brought his mouth to her forehead, lingering for a second.

His fucking salvation is what she was.

She hadn’t tamed the dirty biker he was. If anything, he was filthier than ever because he loved the fucking bones of her.

She was dressed like a biker chick today. Her ice-white hair fluffy and gorgeous around her face. Tight skinny black jeans, fuck-me heeled boots and a white and red tank shirt. But what made her Zara was the printed picture of Mickey Mouse riding a Harley on the front.

His sexy fucking woman. Sweet as she was tough.

She was his world.

Every breath through his lungs was because of, and for her.

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