Page 60 of Eros
“I’ve been ready since the day I kidnapped you.”
She giggled, shaking her head.
The officiant spoke, but I barely heard him. The only thing I could focus on was her presence, her scent, and her vow to me. It was already written in the way she stood as the old lady of Eros, and now as the future wife of Nikolaus Kostas.
And in that moment, inside a mansion full of our family, we pledged to spend our lives with one another before God.
“I pronounce you husband and wife. Nikolaus, you may kiss your bride,” the officiant said.
I lifted her veil and pulled her into my arms, kissing her like I’d been holding my breath for years. Except for Ambrose coming into my life, she was the first thing that ever made me feel alive.
The room exploded. Boots stomped and whistles cut through the air. However, I blocked it all out. All I felt was her.
“I love you, husband,” she said, her thumb brushing my lip.
I pulled her back into my arms. “Say it again.”
“I love you husband.”
I pecked her lips. “I love you too, my lovely wife.”
We turned and faced the crowd of bikers who had come to see us get hitched, and as we walked down the aisle, we raised our hands in unity. This was the love of my life, and I couldn’t wait to start this new journey with her
Extended Epilogue
Eros
“Youneedtoendit. Tonight.”
Ambrose dragged both hands down his face, exhaling like I was the one wasting his time. The look he gave me lit a fucking fuse in my chest. We did not raise him to be this kind of man, and he was pissing me off.
“Are you serious right now, Pops?” he asked. “Again?”
“Yes. Again, and fucking again until you listen!”
We’d been having this damn conversation for over an hour, and I was done playing nice with him. My son—my reckless, impulsive, and hardheaded son was in a relationship with Grace Lawson, daughter of King, president of the fucking Sinners. And he was treating her like she was just another girl in his rotation. And I was sick and fucking tired of it.
I leaned forward, elbows on my knees. “You think this is a damn game?” I asked. “You think you can screw around behind her back, and it won’t blow up in your damn face?”
He didn’t answer. Just glared at me because he didn’t like what I was saying, but he knew it was the truth.
“I let it slide when you two started dating. Thought it was puppy love, something that you’d both grow out of once real life kicked in. But it didn’t. And now you’re dragging her along while you do your shit. And you’re not being honest about it because you want to have your cake and eat it too.”
“She knows me,” he muttered. “She loves me for who I am.”
“No, Ambrose. She knows the version of you that shows up when she calls. The boy who told her he would be with her until the end. Not the one who’s chasing ass behind her back because you want to be a part of this life and you like that part of it. You want to patch in to Savage Order? Fine. But don’t fuck up Grace’s life in the process.”
I stood, pacing, trying to keep my voice from cracking.
“This isn’t just about you anymore. You break her heart, you humiliate King’s daughter, you’re not just dealing with family drama, you’re starting a war between two MCs. You understand that?”
He flinched but didn’t say anything because he knew I was right. King tolerated Ambrose for his daughter’s sake, but as soon as he found out he fucked her over, that not only affected him but also us. He was my son. I would protect him even if it meant going to war with the Sinners. If he’d just listen, we could avoid all this shit.
“Janea!” I barked toward the kitchen. “Come talk to your damn son before I lose it.”
She came in fast, worry etched on her face. She sat beside Ambrose, and his entire posture softened. That boy loved his mama. But love wasn’t enough when he was on a path that could destroy everything we’d built.
“Baby,” she said, “we love Grace. You know that, right?”
