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“Marry you?” she breathed. “We’ve just been through hell and back. Do you really think that now’s the right time to ask me that?”
“Yes,” he said. “Now is the perfect time to ask you to marry me. I almost lost you. Hell, I thought that I had when I came back from my run and found that cabin and my truck blown to bits. My whole world collapsed when I thought you weren’t in it anymore, but then, I found that damn note Sid left, and it gave me hope. I knew then and there that if I was lucky enough to get you back, I’d ask you to marry me right away. I need you to promise to spend every day with me from here on out,” he insisted. “I love you. Say yes, Lil.”
“I’d love to marry you, Cian,” she whispered. “I love you too—so much.” He wiped the tears from her cheeks and dipped his head to gently kiss her lips.
“Thank you, Lil.” He felt like the luckiest man on the planet, and he was.
“One condition,” she said, holding up her hand. “I’ve agreed to be the Prez of the Royal Harlots, and I’d like to stick around here. If you’re all right with all of that, I’ll marry you.”
“Already putting conditions on our union,” he teased. “I think it’s great that you’ve agreed to be the club’s Prez. In fact, I think you’ll be a fierce leader—just what the Harlots will need. You’ll be their Banshee.”
“Banshee,” she said. “I almost forgot about the nickname you gave me. I think it will make a perfect biker name, don’t you?”
“It’s fitting,” Cian agreed. “The Bastards will never know what hit them,” he teased. She giggled and pulled him down for a kiss. He’d finally found everything he ever wanted wrapped up in one sexy hellcat. His Lilianna—his Banshee.
The End
I hope that you loved Lilianna and Cian’s story! Here is a sneak peek at book 2 of K.L. Ramsey’s Royal Harlots Series—Danger is coming soon!
Declan
Declan James wasn’t sure if heading to America was a good idea or not, but he had no other choice. The Dead Rabbits had a bounty on anyone’s head related to his little sister, Lilianna. From what he had gathered, she was now going by the name, Banshee, and was the leader of an all-women biker club called the Royal Harlots. That much he had picked up while one of the Dead Rabbits beat the shit out of him, asking where his sister was. Even if he knew where she was, there was no way that Declan would give them what they were after.
He stepped into the bar that his brother Cillian left as his new address in America after the rest of the family had moved back to Ireland. Declan remembered that place, though he was never really allowed in the main barroom, since he was only a kid. His father had met a man named Savage there a few times. He was helping their family to find housing and even tried helping Cillian when they all decided to move back home to Ireland, although his brother seemed to prove too rowdy even for the big, barley biker who promised to watch over him.
Declan heard Cillian before he spotted him. His older brother still had the same loud laugh that seemed to make the whole building shake. “Cillian,” he said, from across the barroom. His brother turned to look him over and Declan could see exactly when his big brother recognized him. Cillian hadn’t seen him since he was just a kid and he had done a lot of growing since then.
“Declan,” Cillian breathed. “What the feck are you doing in America?” Cillian and Lilly were the only ones to make the move to America. The rest of the family stayed in Ireland, even after their parents passed away.
“I’m looking for Lil,” Declan said. “I need to talk to her about some trouble that might be coming her way.”
“What kind of trouble?” a woman asked from behind him. He turned to find his little sister standing there with her hands on her hips, just like their ma used to do when she was questioning one of them. She looked just like their ma too. Declan pulled her into his arms and squeezed the crap out of her.
“I thought you might be dead until they came looking for you,” he said. He hadn’t heard a word from her or Cillian since she arrived in America over a year ago, and he feared the worst.
“You’re squeezing the life out of me,” she breathed. “Put me down, Declan.” She was always a bossy little thing. Even when they were kids. Lil might have been the youngest, but she was usually in charge.
He dropped her from his arms, letting her feet hit the floor with a thud. “Sorry, Sis,” he said. “I’m just so happy to see you in the flesh. The Dead Rabbits told me that you were alive in America, but that was all they knew.”
“Fuck,” Lil spat. She always had a filthy mouth. “The Dead Rabbits found you?”
“Yeah, they came around asking me questions and when I didn’t have any answers for them, they beat the shit out of me. Iwas just happy to learn that you were alive and well, here in the states.”
“I’m sorry that they did that to you,” she said. “Are you all right?”
“I’ll live, and you have nothing to be sorry about,” Declan said. “You didn’t tell them to beat the hell out of me.”
His brother pulled him into a quick hug and released him. “You got big, little brother.”
“Yeah, that’s what happens when you grow up. The last time I saw you, I was about ten,” Declan reminded. He hated that Cillian had decided to stay in America when the rest of his family returned back home to Ireland. Actually, he was pissed that his parents allowed their oldest son to stay behind. It only led to heartache for them both after Cillian went down the wrong path after being left up to his own devices.
“I’d say about ten,” Cillian agreed. “You grew up good, brother,” he said.
“Thanks,” Declan said, “you look good too.”
“Marriage and a bunch of kids grounded me,” Cillian shared. “You’ll have to come by and meet the family. How careful were you on your trip over?” Cillian asked.
“You mean to ask if I was followed,” Declan guessed.
