Page 58 of Her Broken Biker
My hand finds his.
I believe him.
Epilogue
Ace
Twoyearslater
I stand in the doorway of my son’s nursery and watch him sleep.
Theo is three months old.
Sixteen pounds of attitude, dark hair, soft cheeks, and a mean little scowl he got from me.
One fist is tucked beside his face, his tiny chest rising and falling beneath a blanket covered in motorcycles Reina swore was ridiculous and then bought anyway.
My son.
Still takes me apart.
I thought I was too broken for this life.
Before her, I was all locked doors and old ghosts. A mother I couldn’t save. A father buried under a flag. A brother who followed him into war and came home the same way. Years ofmissions that left blood in the cracks of me nothing ever washed out.
Ace in the hole.
Last chance.
That was what they called me because I got people out when nobody else could.
I just never knew how to get myself out.
Then Reina ran into my life in blood-stained scrubs and terrified hazel eyes, and I looked at her once.
That was it.
Mine.
Took me a while to admit that protect was just another word for love when a man like me was too damn scared to say the real thing.
Reina figured it out first.
She always does.
We got married six days after that night.
Six days, and the whole town had opinions.
The Saints had louder ones.
Havoc told me I was a smug bastard for acting like I’d invented marrying fast, then stood beside me at the courthouse. Ghost brought a bouquet from his wife’s flower shop and handed it straight to Reina because, according to him, I looked too mean to be trusted with flowers. Viper cried and threatened every man who noticed.
Reina wore cream.
I wore my cut.
She put her hand in mine and promised forever like she wasn’t afraid of how long that was.
