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But my chapter with them was over.

And that was the most freeing thing of all.

“You ready for this?” Vienna called to me over the wind.

“Ready for what?”

“Hold on tight.”

I did as he instructed, removing my hand from his chest and linking my fingers around his waist, squeezing him tightly enough that he laughed.

He picked up the speed, going onto just the back wheel as he stormed down the long stretch of road, overtaking Dante and Rachel. My stomach swooped as the front wheel lifted from the ground, a startled laugh bursting from my lips before I buried my face briefly between his shoulder blades. The rest of the club followed suit, revving their engines and picking up their speed, racing with us.

I should have been terrified.

Instead, I trusted him completely.

And then Vienna spun around, making me howl with delight and close my eyes as the wheels of his bike screeched against the road. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs, somewhere between fear and exhilaration, but I couldn’t stop laughing.

I opened my eyes just in time to see us flying through the middle of the Devils, with them parked up on either side of us. Engines thundered around us as they cheered and clapped, some revving their bikes so loudly I felt the vibration through my chest. Helmets were raised into the air. A few of the old ladies wolf-whistled, while Bee bounced excitedly in the sidecar of Ant’s bike, waving both arms as though we were performing just for her.

At the very end, Vienna lifted us back onto one wheel once more to a chorus of cheers before the entire club roared after us, racing together into the night.

I laughed so hard my cheeks ached.

This wasn’t just a ride.

It wasn’t just a celebration.

It was the first day of the rest of my life.

And life was fucking good.

Chapter 65

Rachel

“It all worked out in the end, didn’t it?” I said to Dante as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“It sure did,” he said, watching Vienna and Gabriella dancing and laughing together.

I’d like to say they were slow-dancing like a regular, basically newlywed couple, but I’d be lying.

Vienna had Gabriella on his shoulders, spinning her around and forcing people to try and join in with his conga line.

“He looks happy, doesn’t he?” I said, stroking along Dante’s arms with the tips of my fingers, tracing his tattoos.

“He does. It’s nice to see.”

“It is,” I murmured, leaning back into my man.

For a moment we just drank in the scene, seeing our club so alive, so happy and bonded.

It was all Dante had ever wanted. And I was blessed that he had taken me on this journey with him.

Something I never would have imagined saying just a year ago, but now? Now everything was perfect.

Well.