Page 76 of Talon (Road Rebels MC 2)
Teagan let the tears roll from her eyes as she wrapped her arms around him. Cort planted his lips on hers, holding her closely, mingling his warmth with hers.
“Are you really here?” Teagan sobbed.
“Yes. Baby, I’m right here,” Cort said.
“I can’t believe it,” she said. “How…?”
“I had to see you. Listen, the Parliament reconsidered. They ruled on everything again. I’m going to be King. No matter what I am going to be King. As soon as they told me that I realized the one person in all the world I want to share this celebration with was in San Diego. So, I hopped on a plane immediately, and here I am.”
Teagan kissed him hard on the mouth as he lifted her up in the air. She had never been happier for another person than she was right at that instant. It was like everything she’d been worried about with them and becoming Queen—it was all gone. It all seemed so silly now. All that mattered was the two of them being together.
“Well, I guess we have to celebrate properly,” Teagan said.
She quickly ran to the door, locked it and walked back towards the center of the room stripping her clothes off all the way.
“I guess it’s time for my second Yoga lesson,” Cort said. “Let’s see if I’ve improved.”
Teagan ran to him.
EPILOGUE
One year later
“Wow, this is the most beautiful day!” Teagan exclaimed as she plopped down on the sand beside Cort.
Cort looked at her and smiled. God, she could never get enough of that smile.
Looking out over the ocean she wondered how it had all happened. How did she end up here in Rovenia living, working, and totally in love with the King of all people? It had been almost a year since she’d taken the plunge and moved to Rovenia to teach Yoga under the guidance of Suri. He’d been so impressed with her that he’d asked her to come and work with him. She was now second only to him, and she was key in selecting recruits for the retreats, and she was the head teacher in three of his yoga studios in Rovenia. He chose to lead the studios in Paris and Florence, traveling between the two.
Cort was enjoying his duties as King of Rovenia, and the people loved him. Teagan was getting used to the paparazzi and the attention of being the King’s girlfriend. She loved the ring of that. The King’s girlfriend. It just had that sweet ring to it.
“You just spilled sand on my book,” Cort said with a smirk.
“Well, I only sprinkled sand on the dull parts,” Teagan replied.
“Hey, there are no dull parts in Charles Bukowski.”
Teagan stuck her tongue out. Cort quickly wrapped his lips around it and sucked her face to his with a deep kiss.
“Wow, that was cool,” Teagan said. “You are in a frisky mood today.”
“Aren’t I always? You bring it out of me.”
“I do, don’t I?” Teagan joked.
The waiter came by just then with a delivery of drinks.
Teagan grabbed her martini while Cort picked up his whiskey. She’d no sooner started to take a sip of her martini when she noticed something floating in the glass. It was sitting on top of the rim of the glass, stuck there almost as if by magic.
It was a ring.
As she looked closer, it was the biggest, most beautiful diamond ring she’d ever seen in her life.
It was an engagement ring.
Her eyes began to tear up as she looked at Cort. Was this really happening?
It was. Cort was down on one knee. He grabbed the ring and looked deeply into Teagan’s eyes.
“Teagan Norton, you’ve made me the happiest man in the world already, but I believe you could make a paradise on Earth appear before me if you would do me the honor of becoming my wife.”
Teagan heard the beautiful words repeating over and over in her mind. She tried to speak, but her voice was stuck. After several seconds, she managed to blurt out the words “Yes! Absolutely yes!”
Cort smiled and placed the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly. It was by far the most beautiful thing she had ever laid her eyes on.
Cort kissed her softly and pulled her closer.
“I love you, so much,” Cort said.
“I love you!” Teagan cried. “Oh, I love you so much!”
Off in the distance, she saw several people begin to clap.
The people of Rovenia were about to get a new Queen.
Turn the page for your bonus book of Hawk!
Hawk (The Road Rebels MC #1)
by Savannah Rylan
Chapter 1
Hawk
“I’m so sorry, Sydney.”
“No… Hawk. It can’t be him. Please tell me it’s not him.”
That night would forever sit in my memory as the night my entire life changed. The infamous shootout between The Devil Saints and The Road Rebels not only left multiple people dead but made the headlines and forced both clubs to go under the radar. I was in my twenties when I was a prospect for The Road Rebels. My father, Joe, was the Vice President of the motorcycle club. He was highly revered. A real chest puffer. He knocked up my mom at some motorcycle celebration at the beach on the West Coast, and she showed up at his doorstep nine months later with me.
“Dad! No! Stop!”
The gunshots called out like raging lightning strikes. They tore through the air, whizzing by our heads as motorcycles came rumbling down the road. The Devil Saints had been looking to stir up trouble with us ever since our treasurer had been found hooking up with The Devil Saint’s President’s wife.
John had been an idiot. Why the fuck couldn’t he have just kept it in his pants? The Devil Saints had always been looking for trouble. Their club was conceived as a split faction from another major club out in the Grand Canyon valley, and they brought nothing but heartache and sorrow wherever they went. Their motorcycles were loud, their jackets and paint jobs were bright, and they had no issues unloading gun magazines into anyone that looked at them in a way they didn’t approve.
Why the fuck did Sidney’s father, have to fuck the President’s wife?
Bullets were flying as I raced to my father. He was taking fire as he ducked behind a car. People were screaming, and magazines were being reloaded. My father pressed a gun into my hand so I could fend for myself, then he went back to what he knew best.
Shooting at those who shot at his loved ones.
“Hawk! Help!”
I took off running, hearing Sydney’s cries for help. My heart hammered in my chest. Was she hurt? Was she bleeding? Had she been taken? The Devil Saints were ruthless bastards and would stop at nothing to get the information they needed.
Even if it was pouring from the scared lips of a 20-year old girl.
I could still remember how petrified I was when I heard Sydney shriek like that. She had been raised by her father as well after her mother dumped her at the main lodge. That was common with women nowadays: take a wild vacation, have a tryst with a biker, then dump the child when they didn’t want to take responsibility for their actions. Sydney had grown up tough, and her father raised her to protect herself. She knew how to shoot a gun with accuracy by the age of twelve and could single-handedly take me down by the time we were teenagers.
I fell in love with her on the spot the moment she pinned me to the ground the very first time we sparred.
I slid towards Sydney as I saw her cradling someone’s head. Blood was leaking everywhere as it spurted onto her blue leather jacket. Tears were pouring down her face as I crawled to her, shooting out to my side as someone attempted to charge us. I didn’t even look to see how long it took for the fucker to bleed out because I recognized who she was cradling the moment I saw his eyes.
