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I do as he asks, my hands shaking slightly.Inside is a leather cut—soft, heavy, and perfect.It’s just like the one Griffin wears.On the front is a patch that reads Brushes, and beneath it, Property of Grifter.The back carries the full Kings of Anarchy emblem.
My throat closes up.Tears fall from my eyes, causing everything to blur.“Griff…”
He takes it from my hands and helps me slide it on, his big hands smoothing the shoulders.“Now that’s fucking better,” he says, voice rough with pride.
I throw my arms around him.“I love you, Griffin.”
“I love you too, baby.”
He kisses me while the men are cheering and celebrating.They really are my family now.I never would have dreamed that this would be my life.I sniff, trying to laugh through the joy surrounding me.“You know Nana’s going to want one of these.”
He grins like he’s been waiting for me to say that.“Good thing I planned ahead.”He reaches back into the box and pulls out a second cut—smaller, with a patch that says Hot Nana and underneath it, Property of the Kings of Anarchy.
I burst out laughing.“It’s perfect.”
Then I look up at him, heart still racing.“I have a question for you, Griffin.”
“What’s that, sweetheart?”
“I’m wondering if you’re going to make cuts for our son or daughter when they’re born.”
His brow quirks.“You give me kids, baby, and I sure as hell will.”
I grin, so happy that I can’t hold it in anymore.“Well, you might want to get started, Griffin, because in about seven months, we’re going to need one.”
His body goes completely still.“You’re pregnant?”
I nod, smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt.“You’re going to be a daddy, Griffin.”
He sets Nana’s cut down like it’s suddenly too heavy, then scoops me clean off the floor, laughing and cursing all at once.“Jesus Christ, woman,” he growls, already carrying me toward our room.“You couldn’t tell me that before we had an audience?”
“Surprise,” I whisper, laughing as he kisses me all the way down the hallway.There’s a chorus of men whooping and hollering in celebration to my news that echoes around us.
Griffin ignores it, taking me into the bedroom and shutting the world outside with the close of a door.He lays me gently on the bed, bracing his body over me, his eyes bright and raw.“I can’t live without you, Georgia Cutter.”
“The feeling’s mutual, Griffin Maddox,” I whisper, tugging him closer.“Now shut up and show me just how much you love me.”
He smiles.He’s slow, dangerous, tender—and all mine.Then, he claims my mouth and I lose myself in his love and the love I have for him.
BONUS EPILOGUE
GEORGIA
“Caleb?Is everything okay?”
The girl’s voice is soft, curious, and beautiful in a way that makes my stomach twist.Blonde curls spill over her shoulders, and her skin glows like summer sunlight.Her eyes—blue-green and bright—study him like she’s trying to solve a puzzle.
“I’ve missed you, Izzy,” C says, and my blood runs cold.
I hate these dream-slash-visions.They never bring good news.This one feels heavier—almost as if it is weighing me down.That’s enough to make me extra worried.I start trying to take notes.Starting with the thought that C’s name is Caleb.I never knew that … Where are we?I ask myself as I glance around.The scene sharpens—tiny room, twin bed, cheap desk, college posters.A college dorm.
Oh, hell.This is trouble.
The girl—Izzy— crosses her arms, lips pressing together.“You mean you miss my mouth.”
Caleb grins that cocky grin that always gets him into too much trouble.“Is that bad?I told you, baby—you have magic lips.”
I want to scream at him.Stop it.This isn’t you.I don’t because I know he can’t hear me anyway.
