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“I promised him, Wes.”
Gold-brown eyes landed on me, hard and unyielding. “You promised him?”
I nodded. “He knows Kill will take over; he’s stepping in to take Dirk’s place. He knows you want him dead because he has this location and if you ask Killian to go to war on your behalf, he would. He doesn’t want a war, Wes. He just wants peace.”
A scoff left Wesley’s chest, while he started to pace around the kitchen, slow but steady.
“He wants time to strategize, nothing more. For now, I’ll honor it, only for you, but if he ever gives me reason to question his loyalty again, I’ll put a bullet in his brain.”
I clicked on his contact and shot a text explaining to stay away, we had our own cleaners.
Silas replied with a thumbs up.
“Let’s get out of here, Wes. I can’t even enjoy this house you made me, with that dead body in here.”
Wes froze, staring down at all the contents of my purse poured on the ground. My key was still in the front door. Kneeling, I began to gather it all and tuck it back into my purse.
“You used the key?”
Lifting my shoulder, I explained. “They did, to prove you’d built it for me. They wanted to burn it.”
Wes moved, taking one small step at a time until we’d cleared the door and I pulled the key out, tucking it back into my purse.
“And what did you think when you saw the key unlock that door?”
Telling him what I thought wouldn’t make a difference when he needed to understand what I meant.
“Earlier, when I asked if you wanted me to stay, and you asked if it would matter. I said no because I’d already made up my mind, Wes.”
His eyes found mine, his fingers tracing the palm of my hand as I led him to the truck, and we got inside. Covered in fake blood and bruises, we stared at one another as the sun began to set, and the purple streaking across the sky reflected across the windshield.
“What did you make up your mind about, River?” Wes groaned, shifting to take pressure off his back.
Turning toward him, I smiled. “I’m staying. So, no, it wouldn’t matter if you wanted me to or not. I’ve already made up my mind.”
Wesley’s face snapped from the view in front of us to my face.
“What?”
I reached for his hand and pulled his knuckles to my lips.
“I’m staying, and if you want to take it slow because you think I’ll leave again, then fine. We can. But I’m not expecting anything, Wes. I know the club is a part of you, and it’s a part of me too. Silas said my dad really is short on time, and as angry as I am with him, I want to spend what time he has left near him. I want to wake up every day with you, and I want babies.”
He moved, leaning over the console until he was cradling my jaw. His lips moved over mine, then a whisper.
“I want forever. You agree to stay, to be mine, you need to understand it’s for good. I stalked you when you went to DC. You were never really free of me; this time I won’t even let you leave.”
I laughed, stroking his hair. “Then you’ve got my future, Wes. Either way, I think our story deserves another chapter.”
He smiled against my lips.
“Fuck yeah, it does.”
* * *
One Week Later
The cabin was immersed in streaks of gold as the sun gently filled the valley.
