Page 175 of Undisputed Chaos
In his arms. In this life. In this beautiful chaos we'd created together.
Forever.
EPILOGUE TWO
Adrian
The morning rays filtered through our bedroom windows, lighting up Isla's sleeping form.
I sat on the edge of the bed, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the massive diamond on her left hand catching the light like captured fire.
Three days had passed since that night, but the memory burned as bright as the flames that had crowned us.
I could still taste the smoke in the air, still feel the heat licking at my skin as I led her through the empty streets toward the open valley.
My heart had hammered against my chest, not from nerves, but from the sheer magnitude of what I was about to do.
What we were all about to witness.
Because it hadn't been just us. Connor and Jax had been there, hidden in the shadows beyond the circle, their presence a silent blessing on what was about to unfold.
Sierra, Estelle, and even Crew stood with them, barely visible in the darkness but vital to the moment.
My family, the people who'd watched me transform from a broken boy into a man worthy of the angel sleeping beside me.
They'd helped me plan it—Connor with his Batman aura and Jax with that golden boy charm that made the impossible seem possible.
The girls and Crew had kept Isla distracted while I prepared everything, their excited energy barely contained as they plotted and schemed.
"She's going to lose her mind," Sierra had whispered, eyes bright with anticipation.
"In the best possible way," Estelle had agreed, already planning the celebration that would follow.
I’d started giving Crew private lessons for the upcoming season, where he’d be officially joining the gym and finally meet Elliott.
The memory of leading Isla into that circle of fire still sent heat through my veins.
She'd trusted me completely, even as I positioned her in the center of what looked like a trap designed by a madman.
Her soft blue eyes had reflected the flames when I lit the gasoline, turning her into something mythical, a goddess of fire and chaos who alone belonged in my world of beautiful destruction.
I'd dropped to one knee on the warm floor, the ring box trembling in my hands as the fire roared around us like a living crown.
The words had come from somewhere deeper than conscious thought, pulled from the very core of who I'd become because of her.
"Isla," I'd said, my voice filled with emotion that years of violence hadn't been able to beat out of me.
"You walked into my darkness and didn't just bring light, you set everything ablaze. You burned away every wall I'd built, every lie I'd told myself about being unworthy of love."
Her breath had caught, tears reflecting the flames as she stared down at me.
"I was born into hate, raised on pain, convinced I was too broken for anything good. But you looked at every scar, every shadow, every piece of damage, and called it beautiful."
The ring caught the firelight as I opened the box, the custom diamond throwing rainbows against her tear-streaked cheeks.
"You saved me, angel. Now let me spend forever proving I'm worth saving."
The silence had stretched between us, filled with the crackling of flames and the thunder of my pulse.
