Page 68 of Savage in the Streets
“So…are you going to give me a steep discount or something?”
His head bobbles from side to side. “Your first six months are free, but after that,” Ashton digs a small box out of his pocket and gets down on one knee, “I was hoping to make it my wedding gift to you.”
An emerald-cut diamond twinkles at me. The kind you read about in fairytales.
No way…this can’t be…
“Bailey Savage, will you be my Savage Queen?”
Oh my god—this is really happening!
I hop around in a fit of elation as Mabel throws her arms around me and squeals with joy.
“Yes! Of course!” I say, trying to calm myself.
I hold out my hand, which is trembling so badly it’s hard for him to slip the ring on.
“Wait!” I pull my hand away. “If you accept me, you have to accept Petunia.”
Ashton’s face pinches with displeasure. “Fine.”
I allow him to slip the ring on, finally feeling like I have a place in the world.
“Oh my gosh—I’m so excited!” Mabel screeches. “I get to go into business with my bestie and get asked to be maid of honor all in one day!”
“That is assuming a lot,” I tease.
“No, it’s not. Who else is going to put up with your grumpy ass? Especially when you turn into bridezilla.”
All three of us laugh, then Ashton sends Mabel on her way so we can have some alone time.
He leads me into the bedroom, makes quick work of my clothes, then tosses me on the bed.
Time to get Savage!
Epilogue
Bailey
“I cannot believeyou made me go out like this,” Ashton whispers into my ear.
“What? You look good,” I say, barely able to contain my smirk.
As agreed upon, we’re attending Bruce’s Blood Angel Picnic. People come from all around, buy a plate of food, and the money is donated to a local children’s hospital.
Who knew criminal thugs could have such big hearts?
Because it’s important that I keep some semblance of street cred, I wear my usual savage attire of a leather bra top, black denim shorts, fishnets, and sexy black heels.
And Ashton, well, let’s just say Mabel and I had a blast tearing up his jeans, ripping out his sleeves, and dying his hair blue for the occasion.
What he doesn’t realize is how on edge I am because women keep casting dreamy eyes in his direction.
I shouldn’t be jealous though. He’s all mine.
It’s been five months since the charges against me were dropped. Four months since they found my father, who almost immediately implicated my brother. Two months since Savage Beauty reopened in its new location, getting plenty of traffic that Bruce has sent our way. And one month since I walked in on Bruce railing Mabel over the counter in the back room of our shop.
But it wasn’t a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am…he really likes her.
