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I met Savage’s gaze. His expression was a mask of commiseration.
The minister fell silent. Zip, Colt, Boxer, and Gray took the shovels and threw dirt onto the lowered coffin.
We all wind up here.
Either in the ground, or ashes on someone’s mantle.
It was a depressing thought.
And in that moment, I finally understood why Viper and his brothers lived the way they did. If we all wound up in the same place, then there was no time to waste.
But for me, living every day like it could be my last didn’t come naturally.
I stayed small. Safe.
But by choosing to become Viper’s Old Lady, I wouldn’t be able to do that anymore.
I reached out and grasped his hand, linking his fingers with mine.
He squeezed gently and pulled me closer.
Life was for the living. And I was going to live it boldly.
With Viper.
Chapter39
As I was climbinginto the back of Brooklyn’s car, I stopped to watch Mia. She turned from South Paw’s grave and walked a few steps to the headstone next to it. Mia pressed her fingers to her lips and then placed them on the tombstone. She moved to the next grave site and repeated the gesture.
Colt stood a few feet behind her, holding their baby daughter. When she was finished, she walked to her husband and leaned her head against his arm.
I suddenly got in the car, feeling like I’d watched something personal that hadn’t been meant for my eyes.
“Nice service,” I muttered.
“It was,” Brooklyn agreed, glancing at her husband, who didn’t reply. Her mascara hadn’t smudged despite her tears.
Her phone vibrated and she glanced down at the screen. “Jazz and Brielle just finished setting up.” She turned around to look at me. “My business partners.”
“Oh,” I said.
“You’ll meet them soon. You’ll like them,” she said before turning back around.
The rest of the car ride was silent. No one was in the mood to talk, and I felt the heavy weight of loss on my heart.
I wondered if this was the start in a long line of funerals. I glanced at Viper, who was staring out the window, clearly lost in his own thoughts.
Would I have to stand by his grave and watch his coffin being lowered into the ground?
He looked at me, as if he had eyes in the back of his head and could tell I was thinking about him.
His mouth softened as he reached for my hand.
We linked our fingers. He was warm.
He was alive.
“You’re going the speed limit,” Brooklyn said.
