He did neither.
He extended his hand. “Welcome to the family, brother.”
I took it, feeling the weight of those words settle over me. “Thanks, man.”
“Don’t make me regret this.”
“I won’t.”
“Good.” He pulled me in for a brief, back-slapping hug. “Because Kaia wasn’t kidding about the heart-ripping thing..”
“Noted.”
When we broke apart, Trystan had appeared beside us, still cradling Kailyn. “Congratulations,” he said simply. “You two are good together.”
“Thanks, Trystan.”
He nodded, then looked at Harlow, who had just finished signing the marriage license under Elvis’s watchful eye. “Take care of her.”
“Always.”
“Good.” He shifted Kailyn slightly, and she made a small sound in her sleep but didn’t wake. “Because if you don’t, Jax isn’t the only one you’ll have to answer to.”
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. “Does everyone have a detailed revenge plan?”
“Yes,” Syn called from across the room. “Mine involves your car and a very creative use of spray paint.”
“That’s terrifying.”
“It should be.”
Harlow appeared at my side, sliding her hand into mine. Our rings clinked together—a sound that would probably never get old.
“Ready to go celebrate?” she asked.
“Absolutely.” I pulled her closer and cupped her face, looking into those blue eyes that had captured my heart years ago, without me even realizing it.
She kissed me, soft and sweet.
“I love you,” she whispered against my lips.
“I love you too.” I smiled, feeling lighter than I had in months.
We were married.
She was mine, and I was hers, and nothing else mattered.
Husband and wife.
And it was perfect.
CHAPTER 41
HARLOW
The elevator doorsslid open with a soft chime. I stumbled into the hallway, heels dangling from one hand, Owen’s jacket draped over my shoulders. My feet ached.
“I can’t believe Syn tried to teach Elvis how to twerk,” I said, still giggling.
