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“Really?” He grinned wide.
“Yes. Besides, these bikers are a million times better than the Hell’s Bells.” I waggled my eyebrows.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He jerked me into his possessive embrace.
“Just that you fit right in with these biker gods.”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight.” His mouth went on my neck. “My cum will be dripping from your addictive pussy for days.”
“That’s precisely the reaction I was hoping for. It’s baby-making night.”
“I can’t wait.” He reared his head back. “Yo, Storm! I’m in!”
Storm made a high-pitched whistle, and cheering ensued. Apparently, everyone in the club knew Rocky had been asked to join the MC except me, but I was okay with it. The smile on my man’s face—and the other guys’—filled me with pride.
They wanted Rocky to be a Knight. From what I had learned over the past month, that was quite an honor.
I looked for Rockson and found him at the ponies with Tomcat. David went over, took Rockson’s hand, and pointed at me. Tomcat followed them with a curious expression.
Weirdly, everyone moved toward me and formed a half circle.
“Rocky, what’s going on?” I whispered. When he didn’t reply, I turned around and found him on his knee with a ring in his hand. “What are you doing? It’s our son’s golden birthday.”
“I’m making his wish, and mine, come true. Ella Hill, no words would ever come close to what I feel in my heart. Tonight my actions will do the talking,” he whispered so no one else would hear and grinned wickedly. “Will you marry me?”
Rockson ran over and stood by my side, grinning from ear to ear.
“Yes, Rocky. I’ll marry you!”
“Woohoo! Yes!” Rockson fist-pumped the air.
After five years of hell and feeling hopeless, I finally got everything I wanted: Rocky Jones.
EPILOGUE
Rocky (RJ)
Five Years Later
A decade ago, I’d had a seizure, which led to discovering a tumor and losing vital memories. Years of medical treatments and healing in Mexico. Feeling as though I was a prisoner trapped in a world unfamiliar to me and with a woman and child I’d felt nothing for, claiming they were my family: my girlfriend and son. But they weren’t my family. They were just parts of a wicked web of lies.
For five years, I had been away from my Ella, my one and only, the person who owned my heart and soul. And I’d missed out on all the firsts with my real son.
Christ, just thinking of all that made my chest burn and my eyes tear up with emotion. It’d been a little more than five years since I had reclaimed my life, my woman, and my son. Some nights when I went to bed, I was terrified that I would have forgotten them in the morning.
But Ella always reminded me of how we survived the fires of hell, and our love was stronger than ever. No one and nothing would ever stand between us again, not even the slow-growing mass in my head. If she was wrong and I lost her, I would be a shell of a man with no beating heart or soul.
Cheering erupted when a group ofmariachiplayers entered the reception area. The timing was perfect for pulling me out of my angsty thoughts and bringing me back to the present. My family and I were at my good friend Xabier’s wedding.
Rockson had turned ten,double digits, this last July. My kid loved birthday parties, especially significant ones. He’d already talked about his eighteenth, when he’d become a legal adult, and his twenty-first, when he could legally buy booze. I hadn’t told him I’d be fine if he drank in the clubhouse’s bar before then. Ella would probably bust my balls for giving him the idea. What’d she expect? We were an MC family. Nothing we did was conventional. We couldn’t shelter our kids from booze or sex. But I knew all she wanted was to protect her babies. She was the best mother to our three children.
Brody was our second child, four years old and a little terror. He was more like me than Rockson, but that could be because Rockson had spent the first five years of his life without me. Ella had softened him, but I was toughening him up.
Bella was two. Yes, Bella. A little payback for Ella naming our son Rockson.
My baby girl was the apple of my eye. A blondie like her mama with vibrant green eyes. Lord help the boy who touched my daughter. He’d lose his hands and dick before he could beg for mercy. I wouldn’t hear a word out of his mouth. I’d just get chopping.
I shifted my little beauty on my chest and reached for my beer. The wedding reception was in full swing, and Bella had passed out after she’d eaten her cake. I searched for my wife and sons. Ella had taken them to get a second serving of cake.
