Page 37 of Her Savior Biker
I grab Mason by his shirt, hauling him closer. My fist connects with his jaw with a satisfying crunch of bone.
“That’s for calling her a whore,” I snarl.
My next punch breaks his nose. Blood explodes across his face.
“That’s for touching her kid.”
I slam him against the side of the vehicle. “And this,” I lean in close, “is for making her think she was worth less than the dirt under my boots.”
I drive my fist into his gut, then drag his limp and groaning body across the lot and drop him at the lead agent’s feet. “Here’s your garbage. Get it off our property.”
Agent Morrison looks down at Mason, then at me. A flicker of something that might be approval crosses his face. “He’ll live,” he says simply. “Probably wishes he wouldn’t when he wakes up.”
Within minutes, the SUVs are gone, taking Mason Holt out of our lives forever. The silence that follows is like the aftermath of a thunderstorm—clean, fresh.
“Well,” Rector says. “That was entertaining.”
Tank flips his coin, catching it with a satisfied smile. “Justice comes in many forms.”
I turn to Shannon, my knuckles already swelling. She’s standing where I left her, her eyes wide with something that looks like awe.
“You okay?” I ask, a sudden worry hitting me that the violence might have triggered bad memories.
She steps closer, cupping my face in her hands. “I’m perfect,” she says, wonder in her voice. “You defended me. My honor. Like I was worth fighting for.”
“You are worth fighting for.” I cover her hands with mine, the warmth of her palms seeping into my skin. “You’re worth everything, Shannon.”
“I love you,” she whispers, and the words land in a way nothing ever has before.
“Shannon—”
“I love you,” she repeats, louder. “I love your strength, your gentleness, the way you see me as something precious instead of broken. I love how you read bedtime stories to my son and beat up bad guys who threaten our family.”
Our family. The words settle into my chest as if they were always meant to be there.
“I love you too,” I say, the most important confession I’ve ever made. “I love your courage, your fire, the way you chose me over the easy path.” I lean down until our foreheads touch. “I love that you trusted me with your heart.”
“So what happens now?” she asks.
“Now we build the life we want. Here. We get married, give Aiden the stable home he deserves.”
“Married?” Her eyes go wide.
“Eventually. When you’re ready.” I smile, feeling lighter than I have in years. “But I’m not letting you go. Ever. You’re mine now, and I’m yours.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” I seal the words with a kiss that tastes like forever.
When we break apart, Aiden is tugging on my jeans. “Savior? Bad man gone?”
I crouch to his level. “Yeah, buddy. Bad man’s gone. He’s never coming back.”
“Good.” He nods, then throws his good arm around my neck. “Now we stay together? All three?”
The simple, trusting question nearly undoes me. “Yeah,” I manage. “We stay together. All three.”
As the sun sets over the Colorado mountains, as my brothers head home and Rector prepares for his drive back to Michigan, I look at everything we fought for. Shannon’s hand in mine, warm and certain. Aiden chattering about motorcycles. Tank nodding his approval from across the lot. The safehouse waiting for us, no longer a hiding place but a home.
