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She covered her mouth with both hands as she slowly took in the room. “I can’t believe you did this,” she whispered. “It had to have cost a fortune.”
“My Baby Doll deserves the best,” I told her.
She looked at me, then burst into tears, throwing her arms around my neck. “I love you, Kye Levine,” she gushed.
I held her against me. “I love you more, Genesis Stoll.”
She shook her head, laughing through her tears. “I swear you do not. I’ve loved you the longest.”
“I don’t know that I can agree with that.”
She pulled back just enough to look up at me. The joy on her face made my heart full. “I promise you that I have.”
“We can dissect the different types of love and what they mean all damn day. But the fact is, I’ve loved you since we were kids. That love changed; it grew, and it became a fucking force so big that it owned me. But I’ve always loved you.”
She blinked, and more tears rolled down her face. “That was so perfect that I’m not going to say anything to spoil it.”
I bent down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Good girl. Now, go sit in your new sewing chair and see how it feels.”
She walked over and pulled out the plush, brightly colored quilted chair on wheels that would support her back a hell of a lot better than that kitchen chair she’d been using. I realized I was holding my breath as she sat down in it and turned to the sewing table in front of her. I knew the moment she saw it because her entire body stilled.
I closed in behind her and waited in silence as she reached out and took the antique revival ring with a three-carat yellow diamond, surrounded by a halo of yellow diamonds and flanked by a half-moon of white diamonds, lying right in front of a vase I’d filled with various shades of pink Persian buttercups.
“Kye?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
I went down on one knee just as she turned in her chair to look at me. The diamond in that ring didn’t hold a candle to the way her aquamarine eyes sparkled as she stared at me. Every emotion she was feeling was laid bare within their depths.
“I love you, Genesis Stoll. You’ve been my other half since we were kids. I’ve loved you in every capacity one person can love another. I can’t imagine my life without you in it, and, fuck, I don’t want to. We can wait as long as you want. I just need to know that you are and will always be mine. Baby Doll, marry me. Please take my name like you took my soul.”
A small cry escaped her, and then she laughed. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I slipped the ring onto her finger, and then she threw herself into my arms.
“Thank you,” I said, burying my face into her neck.
I could say I’d never imagined I’d want one woman for the rest of my life. Hell, I’d said that more times than I could count. But the truth was, I thought I’d only wanted one girl since I had been eight years old. I’d been Baby Doll’s long before I understood what being in love even meant.
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Garrett
Deciding to meet with The Judgment MC’s president was more of a family matter than business. Since the president, Liam Walsh, was my daughter-in-law’s father and there had been bad blood between us in the past, I felt it was time to remedy that. This would be my belated wedding gift to Blaise, my oldest son, and his wife, Madeline. It also didn’t hurt to have The Judgment as backup when needed. The more men I had in my pocket, the more power I held.
The family had never associated with MCs before, but then times were changing, and I had to learn to accept that. Our world couldn’t just exist among the elite. We had to broaden our attachments. This was a good start. I imagined my father was rolling over in his grave. But then perhaps not. Madeline’s grandfather had been his best friend. If there was an afterlife, then I would hope he’d see this as the right thing to do. For Madeline and the family.
Liam Walsh fit the biker persona with his combat boots, leather vest, tattooed arms, and ripped jeans. It had taken a lot for me to come here. To face the man who had been the cause of Madeline’s mother, Etta’s, disappearance that led to her death. His side of the story was still one I questioned, but for Madeline, I was willing to fucking try. She’d given me my first grandson. The heir to the Hughes place as boss among the Southern Mafia. For Cree, I could accept this.
