Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“Looks to me like she’s made her choice, Trucker. Why not give them a couple of months. See how things go. We can reserve judgment until then.”
Trucker pointed a finger at Cyclone. “You better do right by my daughter, boy. This club killed a motherfucker for her and her mother. Just because you’re the VP and one of my best friends’ son doesn’t mean you won’t meet a similar fate if you fuck her over.”
“She’s my woman, Trucker. I’ll protect her with my life and love her until the day I die.”
I gasped, burying my face in his chest. Tears were threatening at his declaration. Had been threatening for a few minutes now and I wasn’t sure how long I could hold them back.
“See that you do.” With that, Mom took Dad back inside the clubhouse. I clung to Cyclone, not wanting to let him go even though I knew I needed to get Mama to look at him.
“Well.” Ice grinned down at us. “I guess that settles that. Welcome to the family, sis.”
Epilogue
Cyclone
The club Christmas party was in full swing. The old ladies had run off every club girl in the compound and taken over the common room. It currently looked like an explosion of commercialized Christmas. Complete with glitter beards for a few of the guys, a tradition Suzie had started when we’d first come here. I loved every single second of it. Especially since Willa had the most beautiful smile on her face I’d ever seen.
She was wearing a dress I hadn’t seen before, and my dick instantly reacted to it as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom. She was stunning.
The emerald gown was made of a soft, luxurious fabric that clung to her curves in all the right places. The neckline was scooped low to show off her cleavage, while the hem stopped mid-thigh and gave a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth legs. With the sleeveless design, her toned arms were shown to perfection. The back dipped low enough to entice any onlooker with its daring design.
Her hair was swept up in a bun with curls and strands spilling freely down her back. The shimmering material reflected the lights of the Christmas tree and there was no way I could keep my eyes -- or my hands -- off her. My fingers itched to get her out of the sexy little number. One thing was for sure, I fully intended to unwrap my present early this Christmas.
I pulled her into my arms and placed a tender kiss on her lips, then stepped back and admired her once again. She was stunning, and I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest bastard in the Goddamned world.
“Merry Christmas, honey,” I said, pulling her close for another kiss.
“Merry Christmas, Cyclone.” The smile on her face as she looked up at me was brilliant. The chocolate of her eyes sparkled under the lights, and I knew I’d forever remember this moment.
“Come on, you two.” Helen came up behind Willa and leaned in to kiss her daughter’s cheek. All the women had dressed to the max. All the guys managed to get away with jeans and T-shirts along with our cuts. Helen looked as happy as Willa. Trucker stood behind his wife, scowling at me. I wasn’t sure he’d ever be all right with me marrying his daughter, but I was sure he would at least let me live as long as I treated her well. “Cheetah has Willa’s property patch and I’m pretty sure Trucker expects you to have a ring, Cyclone.” She arched an eyebrow.
“Of course, he does.” I snorted.
“And you better not fuckin’ disappoint.” Trucker scowled at me and it was all I could do not to grin at the big fucker. Yeah, I had a twisted sense of humor.
Instead of responding to him, I pulled a small box from my jeans pocket. The velvet box was light in my hand, and I opened it slowly, revealing a sparkling diamond ring. It wasn’t huge or ostentatious. Just a simple marquise cut one-carat stone on a simple gold band. A gasp escaped Willa’s lips as she took it in, her eyes wide with surprise.
Her gaze instantly jumped to mine, a look of wonder on her lovely face. “Oh, Cyclone,” she breathed, taking the ring from the box and holding it up to the light. “It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you, honey.” I took the ring from her and slipped it on the fourth finger of her left hand. It was a perfect fit. Raising her hand to my lips, I dropped a kiss to the back before turning her hand over and kissing her palm. “Not nearly as beautiful as you.”
All around us, kids played and laughed. I couldn’t help but wonder if our kids would be as happy running around here as I had been as a kid. Those were some of the happiest memories of my life.