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She lets out an adorable gasp. Grabbing her hand, I say, “Ella, I have never met such a beautiful person inside and out. I want you to be my wife, my partner, the mother of my children. Ella, marry me.”
I don’t ask her, I tell her. Even she can’t keep me away from her.
Blinking away tears as she looks at me, she gives me a soft smile. I know what she’s going to say before she says it but the words mean everything to me. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Taking the ring out of the box, I place it on her finger. It fits her perfectly. A single modest blue sapphire in a platinum setting.
“I chose this ring because it reminded me of your dress the first night we met.”
Before she can answer, I stand up, grab her face in my hands, and kiss the fuck out of her. Letting her know exactly how I feel. That’s when all of our family and friends come out of the shadows.
“Congratulations!” they all yell.
As we greet everyone, accepting their compliments, I can’t help but take in my fiancee. When we first met she had an air of sadness and a look of fear that had settled in her eyes. Now looking at her, the smile that she gives is the brightest I’ve ever seen from her. She seems lighter and brighter surrounded by the people who love her and that’s all I’ve ever wanted to give her.
I step back allowing her to bask in all the love surrounding her.
A shadow comes up by side, I look over and find Zeev. “Congratulations, man. What does she see in you?”
"Fuck, I have no idea but I’m one lucky fucker that she does see something.”
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Jake and Amber’s story is up next in Golden Knight book 4 of the Twisted Grimm Series
Chapter 1
Amber
"Hey, Amber, did that order come in?” I turn around to see Max, the owner leaning over the bar. His slicked back, oily hair, looks as if it could be wrung out. A striped button-down shirt with the top three buttons open shows off his very hairy chest. I’m sure he thinks he looks good, but he doesn’t. Not only does he look like a douche, but he grates on my nerves.
Unfortunately, I have to play nice if I want to keep being the manager of The Tower. And the manager of The Tower is the best job I’ve ever had and the only thing that feels right in my life. Well, except for the man in front of me. He never does anything for this place, he just gives me all his work.
Donning the most saccharine smile I can muster, I answer, “Yes the order did come in Max. I put it in the back.”
Max’s eyes don’t leave mine. A shiver creeps down my spine as he checks me out and all I can think is please leave. I don’t dare say a word either, I learned the hard way it only eggs him on. My prayers are answered because after a tense minute, he knocks against the bar. “Got it. Thanks, doll.”
Turning away without another word, he heads toward the back room, to check his precious order. Knowing he orders supplies that are blatantly personal and not for the club pisses me off. Mocking him, I mutter under my breath, “Thanks doll.”
He’s such a patronizing asshole. Referring to me by some nickname that gives me the creeps. He doesn’t talk that way to any of the male employees, just us women ones. Aren’t we lucky? But since I’m the manager and interact with him the most, I hear it often. Too often.
“What a fucking douche,” I say quietly.
The only reason this place is even remotely successful is because he was smart enough to hire me as the manager. But I suspect that Paul, who is the only man who has had my back these last few years, had something to do with it.
And speak of the devil. “Amber, are you good? I saw you talking to Max.”
Paul is like a brother to me and the only one in this place who knows what happened to me in the past because he was there. He helped me to escape the nightmare of my childhood. I look at him with a soft smile, placing my hand on his forearm. “You worry too much about me. I’m okay. He was just being creepy like normal.”
He nods but doesn’t say much. He never does. But I know that he put Max on his list, the one he keeps for all the people who wronged him or those he cares about. When I see him settled at his post as bouncer at the door, I return to stocking the bar shelves, getting ready for the night.
Usually, Tuesday nights are slow, so I only put Mike on the bar, with me as a backup. Happy hour will be our busiest time today. I’m hoping to take advantage and get some paperwork done.
While I finish stocking shelves, a tall, dark-haired man comes in. He looks good but has an air about him. Eyes that are a deep brown but know light behind them. He stands tall in his fitted suit, and has a confident swagger about him that screams danger, and I’ve had enough of those in my life.
