“How you feeling?” He bites into my shoulder. “Like you want another baby with all this chaos.”

I pull back from him, face scrunched. “Excuse you! No fucking way.”

His head tilts back in laughter. “Alright, alright.” We moved into the main house two weeks ago now. Not long after Skully’s death, he decided he never wanted to leave my side and could run the MC from home. I didn’t mind that he spent most of his time here, so long as it was me he was coming home to. And he did. Every single time.

“Hey.” Wicked brushes my hair behind my ear. “Are you happy, baby?” I place the tray of sandwiches onto the table beside us and reach behind his neck, leaning up on my tippy toes until our lips brush against each other.

“I will always be happy so long as I have you and Wolf.”

“So toxicity turned into I love yous?” he asks, the corner of his mouth turning up into a grin.

I bite into his bottom lip. “I’m probably going to continue to hate you until the day I die, Wicked, but that’s just you. And that’s me.” I place a gentle kiss on his lips. “And that’s also all you get.”

He laughs, scooping me up into his arms and throwing me over his shoulder.

“Wicked! It’s a kid’s party!”

“Fuck them. I need to be inside you right now.”

He jogs us up the stairs, his shoulder digging into my ribs. My cheeks sting from my smiling and I don’t think I could ever say that I thought we would end this way. How we are. We have a love that burns, and everything that burns eventually turns to ash, but somewhere between the I hate yous and the I love yous, I’ve found a love so powerful it will continue to burn after the flames die out.

Epilogue

Christmas

The clubhouse is glittered with traditional Christmas colors. Kids are on the playground, and bikes are parked at the front. I direct my new Rolls Royce under the car park, straightening the mirror to see Wolf’s wide eyes already on mine.

“Mama, is Papa here?” Wolf sees him every second of the day when Wicked isn’t doing club business, but it’ll never be enough for Wolf. Wicked is his hero, the dark knight who came in wearing a torn cape.

“Yes, baby.” I reach for the handle, pushing the door open as Mama unbuckles him from his seat.

Betty rounds the car after sliding out of the passenger seat. “You know, I’m totally proud of you and everything that you’ve accomplished.”

“Can you not?” I raise my brows at her. “You’re sounding like Mama.”