Page 78 of King's Survivor

I didn’t answer at first, sliding from the truck and making my way around to his side. I opened his door and held out my palm toward him. “Do you trust me?”

“As if that’s a question.” His lips quirked as he slipped his hand into mine and let me guide him from the truck. He’d recently gotten rid of the brace for good. “Of course I do.”

He linked our fingers together as I led him toward the front door. Silence met us as we stepped over the threshold and through the hallway into the barroom. The space was filled with our family and friends and brothers, everyone who was important to us, but they didn’t say a word as I led PD inside.

“Okay....” PD chuckled as he glanced around at all the familiar faces. “What’s happening?”

Over fifty pairs of eyes watched us. Waiting for me.

I took a deep breath to steady myself, reminding my wayward brain that PD and I had been together half our lives at this point, in one way or another. We’d faced our greatestchallenges, and neither of us walked away, even when we could’ve.

Stepping in front of PD, I exhaled and turned to face him before I slid to one knee. I pulled out a box from my jeans pocket—it’d been there all morning. He’d asked me what it was earlier, and I’d laughed and changed the topic. He’d never questioned me. That was PD. He trusted me explicitly, and even when I was frustrated or unable to gather my thoughts, he stayed patient and helped me through it.

Most importantly, hestayed.

I opened the black box, showing him two chrome rings, simple in their design. They were plain silver with the words “Paris + Will” carved on the inside of each one.

PD sucked in a breath of surprise as he stared at the rings. He stayed silent.

“PD. Paris. You’ve been the love of my life longer than I really knew. You are my rock. When I need hope, you give me that and so much more. When I’m in pain, you do your best to take it away. You complete me. I’ve never loved so hard as I do with you.” My fingers trembled and I nearly fumbled the box. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Forever. Right here. Right now. Marry me. Become my husband today. I have a marriage license. King pulled some strings to get it, and he wants to be our officiant. All you need to do is marry me and sign the certificate. Will you become my husband in front of our family today?”

“Fuck yes.” There was no hesitation, but his voice was shaky and quiet, tears clinging to his lashes. His gray eyes gleamed like gems. “You want to marry me?”

I blinked at him, aware of the cheers and shouts of excitement behind me. I cradled his face between my palms, his skin warm under my clammy hands, and touched my forehead to his. “Always. We were meant for each other.”

He laughed, the joyful sound soaking into my pores and filling me with happiness I couldn’t describe. I could take on the world with PD at my side. Together, we could do anything.

A whistle cut through the air. PD and I turned to look at King, who stood in front of the bar with his arms open. “Come on, lover boys. Let’s get you married. All you other fuckers gather ’round. We’re going to party tonight.” He shot side-eye at Grant and Reaper. “At least someone wants to get married with me in the room.”

Grant huffed and crossed his arms, but he was drowned out by the whoops that filled the room. The gossip around the club said that Reaper and Grant had gotten married at city hall.

And King was pissed about it.

But that drama was none of my damned business because I had everything I needed right here.

I tugged PD toward King.

In half an hour, he’d be my husband. How lucky could I get?