“What kind of fucking question-” I broke off as her eyebrows shot up. “Yes,” I muttered. I was in a foul mood because she was so damn calm and reasonable and I was losing my shit. The idea of losing her was driving me insane. Had been for two weeks. Meanwhile, she seemed to have made her mind up already. “I love you.”
“Good. I love you, too.”
I blew out a breath, searching for the patience to make it through the rest of this without blowing a fucking gasket. “Good.”
“I’ve decided that I will work with you in the future.”
Staring at her, I waited for her to elaborate because this was all going…well. I hadn’t expected it to.
“It’s going to be easier to help you, and the club, if you happen to come to me again in the future. However,” she held up a hand, “I have some stipulations.”
“Alright.” I kept my mouth firmly shut. Running it now could fuck this whole thing up. Silence seemed to be the only way that would allow me to keep this woman as my old lady.
“I won’t give you any information on citizens of Sentinel, or their families, aside from confirming that they were not involved in anything nefarious. If they were, and it was suspected to be a danger to the townspeople, then I’ll tell you whatever you need to know about them, or strangers.”
I considered that. Again. Reasonable. “That’s fair.” I was still waiting for the part that was going to bite me in the ass.
“You will let me know if you’re looking into anything that involves me, my friends, or my business in any kind of way.Beforeyou help yourself to my reports.”
“Done.”
“You’ll marry me.” She lifted her chin a little as she said the last. “I know that old lady status, for you bikers, is basically the same. But for me? I want the ring, the wedding, the title of Mrs. Fletcher. And that’s Fletcher with an F, not Mrs. Pyre.”
My lips turned up in a grin as I dug into the inner pocket of my cut and pulled out a small box.
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open again for the second time today.
“Good thing I came prepared.” I dropped down onto a knee and stared up at her as I flipped the top open. Her gasp wasmusic to my ears. Inside, the ring I’d chosen for her was fitted with a black diamond, surrounded by amethysts. It was as…unusual…as she was. If she hated it, I’d get her anything she fucking wanted, but this ring had spoken to me when I saw it. It felt like it was hers.
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “That’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen.” She met my gaze. “I hope you know that when I said I wanted a ring it wasn’t because I needed some expensive-”
“I know. Otherwise you wouldn’t look like you were about to cry right now,” I said with a smirk. “You’d be pissed that it wasn’t a white diamond as big as my head.”
“I’m not sure they make them that large,” she quipped, arching a brow.
Busting out laughing, I nodded. “Doubtful. Do you have any more conditions, Little Reaper?”
She tilted her head as she thought. “No, but I reserve the option to bring more up at a future date. When you cross a boundary I never expected you’d cross,” she added.
“I can live with that. What I can’t live without, is you. I was a fucking idiot to wait so long to do this, Raeleen. I love you. I want you to be my old lady. My wife. The mother of my children. Ten or more.”
She let out a watery laugh as her eyes filled with tears. “Oh, and when I say I’m ready for a baby, or another baby, I expect you to put one in me.”
“Deal, now, will you marry me?”
She nodded, stepping forward and holding her hand out. I slipped the engagement ring on her finger, then stood, crushing her against me. She sighed when I laid my lips on hers.
Something brushed against my jeans. Glancing down, I saw Penny there. I scooped her up and held both my ladies, one in each arm. “Thank you for forgiving me. For trusting me.”
She smiled. “I didn’t want to lose you either.” She frowned. “There may come a day when I struggle with the ethics of helping you and your brothers…”
“If that happens, then we’ll work through it. I’m sure Cypher will find a way to make sure we don’t need your help. He’s good at that shit.”
She nodded. “Thank you. Otherwise, I’m sort of looking at helping you the same as I do when I help Owen. They may not go behind bars with your club, but the bad guys will be held responsible.”
“That’s a good way to look at it,” I told her. “We won’t break your trust again.”
“Pyre?”
