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“It was my grandma’s, and I know that she’d be thrilled that I gave it to you.”

I beam at him, leaning down and kissing him before pulling back. I look at him and back down to the ring. “Wait. How does the story you told relate to me being safe now?”

He sucks in a breath and wraps his arms around my waist again like he’s trying to keep me from leaving. “It was Ian, Babe. He had a guy, his twin brother actually, following me, and when Ian saw the photos of you and I together the day we met, he set out to get his revenge. He knew doing all the same things that he did all those years ago would set me off, and he was right. It also led me right back to him.”

“Is he dead?” I ask, and he watches me for a moment before nodding slowly. “Good.”

“That day that I ran out of the clubhouse and told you to stay inside, I got a call from a friend of mine. He heard that Ian had hired someone to kill you, and when I went up to the prison, he confirmed it.”

“But, wait, if it’s the brother, how am I safe?” I look over my shoulder, panicking as I think about someone watching me again.

“Relax, Ali. Do you really think I’d bring you back here if you were in danger? Kodiak is out picking him up right now.”

“What are you going to do to him?” I ask, my heart pounding as I think about someone getting hurt because of me – even if they are a bad guy.

“That really depends on how reasonable he is.”

“What do you mean?”

He sighs. “Well, Streak thought that some of the letters sounded like he was really in love with you. It’s possible that he developed his own obsession as he started following you for his brother, and if that’s the case then we’ll end this.”

“And what if he’s not obsessed?”

“Then it will depend on how hell-bent he is for revenge for his brother’s death.”

I don’t like this one bit.

“I know you’re probably not comfortable with this, Baby, and trust me, we’re not too excited about the idea either, but if he’s obsessed or out for revenge, you know it’s gotta be this way.”

I watch him for a minute before letting out a breath and nodding. I hate it but he’s right. We can’t let him go if he’s going to be a threat to us or our life together.

“All right. You know how I feel about it but I know you won’t do this unless it’s your only option.”

“Hey, Kitten?” he says, and I arch a brow at him. “I can’t fucking wait to marry you.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Alison

“Kitten?” Logan calls out from the kitchen, and I look up from my book.

“Yeah?”

He walks into the living room and grins when he sees me curled up on the couch with a book. “You’re cute as shit with those glasses on, Baby.”

“Noted,” I say, laughing, and he sits down on the edge of the couch.

“So, my mom just called and she’s having some electrical issues over at her house. You good here if I run over there real quick?”

I nod, smiling at him. “I am. You should invite her over for dinner next weekend so she can meet me and you can tell her we’re getting married.”

“You got it, Baby,” he says, standing up and leaning over me, caging me in with his arms. He leans down and gently presses his lips to mine, kissing me with such tenderness that I just want to melt into the couch.

“The prospects are outside, just in case. Okay?” he says as he pulls away, and I shake my head.

“Logan, I’m safe now. I don’t need the bodyguard detail.”

He smirks and leans in again, hovering over my lips, and my eyes drift closed as I reach up for him. “Just humor me,” he whispers, his breath brushing over my parted lips.