Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Yeah, it is, but this means nothing if you don’t want me.”
“I already told you that I love you, Rebel Constantine.” Willow cupped his face. “And even though I’m a little afraid in case your club doesn’t like me, there’s no one else in the world I want to spend my life with.”
Rebel dropped the file onto the floor, grabbed her ass, and pulled her in close. She laughed, but then it quickly turned into a moan as he deepened the kiss.
“You’re mine, Willow Storm, and I’m never going to let you go.”
“Good,” she said.
“The guys want to meet you.”
“Oh.”
The nerves were back.
“Don’t be nervous,” he said.
“What if they don’t like me?” she asked.
“Babe, they are all going to love you.” He kissed her again and took her hand.
There was no turning back as he took her down to the bar, and the moment they stepped inside, her heart raced. Silence rang out, and there in front of the whole club, Rebel announced her as his old lady.
There was silence, almost still, and then everyone erupted into applause and loud cheers.
She didn’t know how, but her father had made sure she had a family, and she knew this was the start of something new.
Epilogue
One Year Later
Willow placed her hand on Brick’s shoulder. The biker had become quite grumpy in the past year, and according to Rebel, he was looking for a woman of his own.
She knew there was going to be a special woman out there for Brick, and if Christmas miracles did happen, and she believed they did, he’d find someone soon.
As for the rest of the club, they were all happy, filling the bar to bursting. In the beginning she was a little worried her customers would be too afraid to come in, but she found a lot more men and women were intrigued to come to the bar where the bikers lived.
Construction had already begun at the back of the bar for the clubhouse to be built. But there was still a lot of work to be done.
For the most part, the guys slept in the bar or in a nearby hotel. Rebel, of course, stayed with her. She glanced across the bar, and there, holding their baby girl in their arms, was her husband.
They had found out in March that she was pregnant. By April, they were married, and then in September, they welcomed baby Isabella.
Willow couldn’t believe it was Christmas Eve, only a year later, and her life was already so different. The bar was thriving, and she had everything she ever wished for—a large family to take care of.
The club kept her busy and the men adored her. Every single man in the club had taken her to one side over the past few years and told her she was a good woman and as long as she kept Rebel happy, they were happy.
She was one of them.
Rebel looked toward her, and she smiled at him. He came toward her and pulled her into his arms.
“The guys will be getting the table set up tonight.”
Willow sighed. “And you’re going to help me, right?”
“Yep, we’ve got three turkeys to roast. I’ve already gotten the preparation schedule ready. The guys are going to help.”
She had her doubts, but according to Rebel, the guys wanted a big Christmas dinner, and seeing as they loved her food, they wanted her to be the one to cook it. Cooking three turkeys and a whole Christmas dinner for an entire biker club was a piece of cake. She could totally handle that. It wasn’t going to be hard at all. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.
Rebel had already promised to help. Even though she was nervous and had her doubts about doing it, she was also looking forward to her first full Christmas dinner with family.
Rebel pulled her into his arms and she glanced across the room to the picture of her father. They had found the portrait in the attic. Willow didn’t know when her father had gotten it done, but it must have been a long time ago because he did look young, long before he started to drink.
Her father had finally given her the best Christmas present of all. He’d given her a family, and found the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
She hugged Rebel tight and as she did, the scent of their daughter’s diaper filled the air around them.
“Fuck me, that stinks,” Rebel said.
Willow went to take Isabella to change the diaper, but Rebel took hold of her hand.
“We’ll do it together.”
That was what Rebel had vowed to her. She was never going to walk alone, not ever. They were together, a partnership, for the rest of their lives.
The End