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Slash takes us to a beautiful little cabin rental he booked in the hopes that I would come with him. “I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait to get you alone,” he explains. As we pull up to the secluded spot, I’m struck by the serene atmosphere, surrounded by trees and the sounds of nature.
He helps me off the bike and we drop out helmets, then he takes my hand and leads me to the door. Inside, the cabin is warm and inviting, filled with a stack of firewood next to a potbelly stove and a lofted sleeping area. Slash takes a deep breath, looking into my eyes with an intensity that makes my heart race.
“Sadie, I’m so fucking sorry I left you,” he says, running his thumbs over my cheeks in that way I’ve missed so much. “I was an idiot. I thought I could keep you safe by staying away from you. But I was wrong. I should have kept you right by my side—that’s where you’re safe. I’ll die before I let anyone hurt you again.”
I smile up at him, and tears run down my cheeks. He kisses them away.
“I love you so goddamn much,” he says. “I’ve realized that life without you is no life at all. I was wrong to leave, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right,” he says, his voice full of emotion. He drops to one knee, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket. “Will you marry me?”
Tears fill my eyes as I look down at the man I love, finally ready to face whatever challenges life may throw at us—together. With a nod and a choked whisper of “Yes,” I take the first step into our new life, hand in hand with Slash.
Epilogue
The dayof our wedding couldn’t be more perfect. Overcast skies might not be everyone’s vision of paradise, but it’s mine, and the glimpses of the mountains through the clouds make me feel like I’m living a fairytale. And aren’t I?
The bridal march begins and my heart bounces against my ribcage like a jackrabbit. My dad’s arm is solid under my fingertips, anchoring me in this tumultuous sea of emotion. My dress clings to me, enhancing every curve, and I feel like I’ve stepped straight out of one of those romantic novels I used to escape into. The ones where the woman finds her destiny in the man waiting at the end of the aisle.
And waiting he is. Slash, his rough biker attire traded for a sleek suit, his usually untamed hair tamed, is a picture of rugged handsomeness under the dying afternoon sun. He’s been many things since I’ve known him: a strong MC vice president, a protective lover, a man haunted by his past. But today, he’s a man in love, standing at the altar for his bride.
A sob bubbles up from my chest as I start the walk down the aisle, but I grin when I pass Pocket, our ‘flower dog,’ who’s nosing an overturned basket of lily petals. This man, so impossibly strong, so fiercely loving, chose me. Chose to love me, to protect me, to share his life with me.
As I pass them, our friends and family smile brightly, their faces glowing with joy. There’s a distinct difference in attire - leather vests versus simple dresses and suits - a testament to the blending of our worlds. But today, they are simply our loved ones, gathered here to witness our promises of forever.
“You ready, kiddo?” My dad’s voice brings me back to the present.
“Yes, Dad,” I whisper, squeezing his arm. My eyes are locked on Slash, anticipation coiling in my stomach.
Just weeks ago, I couldn’t imagine my parents accepting Slash in my life, let alone embracing him as my lifelong partner. Mom and Dad had always been firm believers in a quiet life, valuing peace, stability, and tradition. And Slash, well, he was an unexpected storm in the calm sea that was Packwood, challenging the norms they held so dear.
Since I moved into the clubhouse, my parents and Lizzie have made a few trips out to visit, and the guys won them over just like they did me. I think seeing them in casual, peaceful moments showed Mom and Dad that the MC is full of real human beings, not scary specters waiting to bring harm to their daughter.
It was a process, acceptance didn’t come overnight. Small, significant moments built a bridge between them. All in all, though, it didn’t take nearly as long as I’d expected for them to see the man I love for who he really is. They saw his kindness, his generosity, but most of all, they saw how completely he loves me.
Now, as I walk down the aisle toward Slash, I see my mother wipe away a tear, a soft smile playing on her lips. Dad squeezes my hand, his eyes meeting mine in a silent conversation, acknowledging that he’s come to not only accept but respect Slash. My heart swells with love for all of them—for Slash, for my family, for the club, and for this beautiful, complicated tapestry we’d woven together.
As we reach the end of the aisle, my dad places my hand in Slash’s. Our fingers interlock, a familiar current of electricity dancing up my arm.
“You look gorgeous,” he whispers in my ear, the low rumble of his voice making my heart flutter.
“And you look so handsome,” I respond, my voice thick with emotion. “Ready to be stuck with me for the rest of your life?”
A slow grin spreads across Slash’s face. “I’ve been ready since the moment I saw you.”
The ceremony kicks off, and I know, deep in my bones, that as long as Slash is by my side, we can weather anything life throws at us.
Shark is our officiant, and his words are a soothing melody, a blend of tradition and sentiment that perfectly encapsulates our journey. Yet my entire focus is on Slash. The man who blew into my life like a tempest but became my sanctuary.
“Please share your vows,” Shark prompts, and my heart feels ready to burst.
Slash clears his throat, his gaze never leaving mine. “Sadie,” he begins, his voice cracking ever so slightly, “I never expected to find you. I never expected to find a woman so extraordinary, so caring, so fierce, that she’d turn my world upside down.”
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as he continues, “You’ve become my home, Sadie. The peace I’ve been searching for. I still can’t believe you’re mine. I’m going to love you, protect you, and cherish you forever—whatever it takes.”
Tears cloud my vision as I gather myself to respond. “Daniel,” my voice trembles, echoing back his promises, “you taught me how to fight for the things I hold dear, how to take a stand, and how not to simply pass through life, but to truly live it. I love you for everything you are and everything you’ve allowed me to become. I’ll always stand with you, fight with you, and love you every day. Forever.”
Our vows are sealed with a fervent kiss amidst cheers and clapping. In that instant, it feels as if we’re the only two people in the world.
As we turn to face our guests, their applause swells, echoing our shared triumph. We’ve each battled through so much, fought against so many odds in such a short time to be here, together. The warmth and love radiating from our friends and family serve as a powerful testament to our journey.
