Page 101 of Fury
Tears blur my vision as he takes the ring from its velvet nest.
"Olivia Bennett, will you marry me? Will you be my wife, my partner, my forever?"
"Yes," I whisper, then louder, "yes, Greyson. A thousand times yes."
His hand trembles slightly as he slides the ring onto my finger. When he rises, I throw my arms around his neck, and he lifts me off my feet, spinning us in a circle of pure joy.
"I love you," he murmurs against my lips before claiming them in a kiss that promises forever.
When he sets me down, I can't stop staring at the ring on my finger—tangible proof of our commitment, our future.
"It's beautiful," I breathe.
"It's been in the Reed family for three generations," he says, his arm secure around my waist. "My grandfather gave it to my grandmother right before he left for World War II. It was his promise to come back to her."
The significance isn't lost on me. After everything we've survived, this ring represents more than just marriage. It's a symbol of returning, of finding each other no matter what darkness tries to separate us.
"When?" I ask, unable to keep the excitement from my voice. "How soon can I be Mrs. Reed?"
He laughs, the sound carefree in a way I rarely hear from him. "As soon as you want. Tomorrow, if it were up to me."
"My dad might have something to say about that," I point out, though the thought of not waiting is tempting.
"Already spoke to him," Greyson admits with a slight smile. "And your brothers. Including Mason. Pretty much anyone who might object."
I stare at him in disbelief. "You asked my family for permission?"
"Not permission," he corrects, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Their blessing. There's a difference."
"And they gave it?" I ask, knowing how protective they all are, especially after what happened.
"Your dad said it was about damn time. Your brothers threatened my life if I ever hurt you, but yes, they gave their blessing. Mason just rolled his eyes and said he'd called it years ago."
Happiness bubbles up inside me, spilling over in laughter. "So, everyone knew this was happening tonight except me?"
"I wanted to surprise you," he says, pulling me closer. "Did it work?"
"Completely," I assure him, rising on tiptoes to kiss him again. "Best surprise ever."
His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he groans. "That'll be your dad. I promised to let him know as soon as I asked."
"Better not keep him waiting then," I say with a smile.
Greyson pulls out his phone, snaps a quick picture of us with my ring prominently displayed, and sends it off. Almost immediately, it starts ringing.
"Put it on speaker," I suggest.
He does, and my father's voice fills the night air. "She said yes?"
"Of course I said yes, Dad," I reply, laughing.
"Hot damn!" Dad whoops, and I can hear cheering in the background. "They're all here, baby girl. The whole club was waiting on the news."
My heart swells at the thought of our extended family gathered at the clubhouse, celebrating our engagement. This is what I fought for, what we both fought for—this sense of belonging, of family, of home.
"We'll be there soon," Greyson promises, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Take your time," Dad says with knowing amusement in his voice. "Something tells me you two might want a little privacy first."
