He didn’t even argue because brotherhood comes above all else. And that’s what he is to me—a brother.
“I’m so in love with you right now, Dean Graham.”
“Good.” I grin, pulling her close. “Because there’s one more thing before we hit the road.”
“Is there?” She hitches an eyebrow.
I pull back, holding her hands. “We’re gonna be at a lot of different clubs. Some more like Vegas than others. When we walk in, I want it clear you’re mine.”
“I am yours.”
“Officially.” I drop to a knee in front of her, and her eyes widen. “Since the moment I walked away from you twelve years ago, I’ve been wandering aimlessly. I left you, and by doing that, I left myself. You’re my home, Willa. You’re my peace. My everything. You reminded me that I have value outside of my name. Outside of my patch. I plan to do the same for you every day for the rest of our lives. Through the good, the bad, the messy, you’re mine, and I’m yours. I want you to be my old lady and”—I reach into mypocket and pull out the diamond band I had custom-made for her—“my wife. Will you marry me, Willa Elliott?”
“Dean.” Her hands fly to her mouth as tears stream down her cheeks. “Of course I’ll marry you.”
I slip the ring onto her finger and then shoot to my feet, kissing her, careful not to hurt her when I dip her backward. For the first time in my life, I’m home because I have Willa, and that’s all that matters.
When we break apart, she holds her hand up, admiring the ring. “Does this make me Mrs. Graham or Mrs. Chaos?”
She giggles when I nuzzle into her neck.
“You know you’re chaos, princess. And I fucking love it.”
She can wreck my life all she wants. She’s the only one who puts it back together.
Epilogue
Willa
Five Months Later
I walk out ofthe bathroom wearing only a T-shirt, and Dean’s attention is immediately on my bare legs. My hair is still drying, but he looks at me like there’s nothing better he could be looking at.
So I pause, leaning against the doorway to take in his smile. “Can I help you with something?”
“I can think of a few things.” He leans back in his chair, closing his computer and setting it aside.
We’ve spent a good amount of time in questionable motel rooms these past few months as we’ve traveled around the country. Between seeing every state—and standing in every ocean—Dean has stopped in clubs from New York to Portland, checking in and helping out when needed. But when we made it to Los Angeles last night,he decided to spoil me, booking a room at the city’s nicest hotel to celebrate the end of our trip.
Hotel staff eyed his cut at first but stopped caring when he handed them a credit card with no limit.
“Soul is going to give you so much shit for not telling him that we’re coming home tomorrow.”
Dean grins. “Good. That’s what he gets for bailing on the trip to Reno. He never misses out on the chance to party with Reaper.”
“You still think something’s going on with him?”
“Guess we’ll find out soon.” Dean shrugs.
“How wild is tomorrow night’s ceremony going to be?”
“No worse than the patching-in party you witnessed when we were in Virginia.”
I hitch an eyebrow. “So complete madness?”
He laughs. “You’ll see tomorrow night. But tonight, I don’t want to think about my brothers.”
“Oh yeah?” I lift off the doorframe. “Is there something else you’d rather think about?”
