Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
I blink. “Why?”
His lips twitch. “Because Chux said if I don’t bring you, he’s just gonna come get you himself.”
I huff, shaking my head. “That man is impossible.”
Riot shrugs. “Yeah. And you love it.”
I open my mouth to argue, but Kelly’s knowing look has me shutting it just as fast.
They both laugh, and Riot grips Kelly’s hand, leading her toward the door.
As I watch them walk out, I exhale, rubbing the back of my neck.
This world? These men?
They’re supposed to be dangerous, not cute.
But somehow, they’re the safest thing I’ve ever known.
And that scares me more than anything.
The ride to the clubhouse is quiet, but my heart is anything but. The night air is warm, the hum of the road beneath me steady as I drive through the familiar streets. I don’t know why I feel nervous, but something in my gut tells me tonight isn’t just another night at the Kings’ clubhouse.
Something’s different.
I can sense it.
When we pull up, the lot is full, more than usual. Bikes line the pavement, the familiar rumble of conversation spilling out from the open doors. The clubhouse itself looks different, too. Soft lights glow from inside, casting a warm, golden hue that stands in stark contrast to the usual neon and chaos.
Kelly is already there, standing near the entrance, smiling like she knows something I don’t.
I park and swing my leg over my bike, my boots crunching against the pavement as I pull off my helmet.
I barely take two steps before I see him.
Damian “Chux” Masters stands just inside the open doorway, leaning against the frame like he owns the world, like he’s waiting for me. His cut hangs open over a fitted black shirt, his jeans slung low on his hips, and his dark eyes?
Locked on me.
My stomach flips, my pulse hammering in my chest as I approach. “What’s going on?”
Kelly laughs under her breath. “You’ll see.”
Damian smirks, but there’s something deeper in his expression, something that makes my breath hitch. “Come inside, sweetheart.”
I swallow, nodding, and step inside.
The room is packed full
The Kings are here—all of them. The brothers, the ol’ ladies, the ones who have become a strange, unexpected family to me. But instead of the usual rowdy chaos, there’s a quiet expectation hanging in the air.
Damian takes my hand with a soft squeeze giving me the same comfort it always has provided.
His fingers thread through mine, warm, solid, sure, and suddenly, nothing else exists but me and him.
He leads me to the center of the room, the soft lighting casting shadows over the rough wooden floors. The low murmur of voices fades, and when I look up, Damian is already dropping to one knee.
My heart skips a beat.
Damian looks up at me, his dark eyes shining with something I’ve never seen before.
“I wasn’t looking for this,” he says, his voice steady, rough with emotion. “I wasn’t looking for you. But somehow, you walked into my life, turned everything upside down, and now I don’t know how to live without you.”
I cover my mouth with my hand, my chest tight, my vision blurring with unshed tears.
He grips my fingers, holding them tight. “This life, my life—it’s not easy. It’s not clean. It’s the club, it’s these brothers, it’s the good and the bad, and it’s forever.” He exhales, eyes locked on mine. “And I don’t want to live it without you.”
The whole room is silent
Damian squeezes my hand. “So, Alaina, will you ride out this life with me? With the Kings?” His lips quirk up just slightly, but his voice is serious when he adds, “Can you be the queen to this king?”
My breath catches, my heart pounding so hard I think it might break free from my chest.
The man in front of me is everything I never thought I needed.
But, everything I want.
And there’s only one answer.
I drop to my knees, throwing my arms around his neck, and whisper, “Yes.”
A slow, wicked grin spreads across Damian’s face just before his lips crash into mine.
The clubhouse erupts in cheers, whistles, and shouts, but I barely hear them.
Because in this moment, in his arms?
I know exactly where I belong with Chux and the Kings of Anarchy.
The End