Page 39 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

Epilogue

Blade – Three Months Later

I gently run my lips against my girl’s bare shoulder, enjoying the quietness surrounding us, the twinkling lights I put up shining over us. She shivers against me, and I smile, tightening my hold around her waist.

The past three months have been fucking amazing, and honestly, it’s the happiest I’ve ever been.

The club is booming, my dad has somehow convinced Mama to do couples counseling, which they’ve been doing for two months now after refusing to allow her to leave the house for a month and locking her in.

My girl is here with me right where she belongs, becoming stronger every day while gaining friendships within the club, including with my mother.

Those two have been inseparable. While Mama was confined to the house, Luna was there every day.

I’m unsure how things will go if Fury convinces Skylar to come to the club.

I can’t ban my own sister from the club just like I didn't ban Mama for long for everything she caused trying to get kicked out of the club. Her heartbreak too much to handle every time she looks at dad and remembers the fact he fathered a child with someone else but I know Dad won’t let her leave him.

He’s realized his errors and now he’s rectifying them so hopefully Mama can fully forgive him and maybe have a relationship with Skylar and stop avoiding her.

Only time will tell if it’s possible, but I’ll help Mama any way I can because I also want to know my sister if she allows us, and I also don't want my mother to think she means less at the same time.

I press a gentle kiss on top of Luna’s head, and she melts into me, making me smile. She’s still in therapy but now only sees Dr. Dana twice a week. She’s even managed to accept some of her brother’s club, trying to forgive.

Once a month, his club comes for a family BBQ, and all have tried to make amends with my girl, and she’s not pushing them away.

It’ll take time for her to accept them again, but my girl is so fucking strong and very forgiving, something I don’t think she thought she was capable of.

Though she has nothing to do with her mother and most likely never will but it’s not like her mother has tried to contact her.

The woman is too busy finding a brother to want her, according to Axe, who has also had enough of her antics.

I sigh in contentment as I squeeze around my girl’s waist. Her back is to my front as I gently sway the swing bench we’re on in our yard with my left foot as we look out at the pitch-black yard.

I’ve had a long day at the garage, thankfully not with old man Trivers car, but a long day none the less.

My amazing woman here has not only been at school this morning but she’s spent the afternoon at Rose Meadow Rehab Medical Centre, a rehab facility for people that have experienced abuse and rape and are suicidal.

She’s fucking amazing. I don’t know many people who would experience the hell she did to come out of it as strong as she has, willing to help people, reliving the pain she went through every day for them.

I’m one lucky fucker.

“I think we should do this more often,” Luna whispers, her voice washing over me and I smile and promise, “And we will, as long as Psycho behaves himself.”

Luna snorts as she gently runs her nails along my forearms, sending goosebumps all over my body. “Psycho or Fury?” she asks, and I wince because, yeah, Fury is ready to explode… Okay, so he already exploded.

Some guy was flirting with my baby sister, and she didn’t turn him away.

Instead, she flirted back, and Fury snapped, kicking the shit out of the guy, and the idiot got himself arrested.

Thankfully, we have really good fucking lawyers, but now Tate’s egg donor is trying to use his legal battles against him to get full custody of Tate, who doesn’t even like the bitch, something I’m not sure Skylar is aware of.

The bitch won’t get it. She wants Fury’s patch, we all know it, and so does he, but she’s not going to get that either. And now, because of the legal shit, she’s threatening him and now no brother will touch her, pissing her off further which is her own fucking fault really.

“Psycho at the moment,” I utter, and she laughs softly and then asks, “Do you think he’ll do something at the wedding tomorrow?”

I hum and admit, “Yeah, princess, I do, or just before it. I’m just not sure what.”

“And you’re not going to stop whatever he decides to do?” she confirms, her voice lacing with no judgment but only understanding.

“I told him I had his back, and I do. I don’t think Ivy loves this guy, baby,” I reply, and she nods, agreeing.

Ivy hasn’t been herself for months. She doesn’t come to the clubhouse anymore, barely stays in touch with her brother and father, and doesn’t answer my calls.

I’m worried about her.

“I love you,” I whisper in my girl’s ear, and she looks at me over her shoulder and replies, “I love you too.”

My eyes race between hers, and I admit, “You saved me, you know?” and she furrows her brows.

I smile and rub my nose against hers as I gently grab her left hand, playing with her fingers, and I whisper, “You think I saved you, but you saved me. I was barely living, and I didn’t even realize it.

I wasn’t happy, I thought I was, but I wasn’t.

I didn’t know what true happiness was until you walked into my life,” without her realizing, I move my right hand down beside me and grab the ring, then move it over to her left, and tears swim in her beautiful eyes as I slowly push the engagement ring on her finger.

She doesn’t look at it, though. She keeps her eyes connected with mine, and I rasp, “You’re already my old lady, you’re already living with me, and I want to make it a full circle, princess. I want you to marry me.”

Her bottom lip wobbles and she chokes, “But I can’t have kids…”

Fuck.

Her tears fall, and not able to cope with them. In one smooth motion, I lift her up and spin her on my lap, making her staddle me before I gently cup her cheek while wrapping my left arm around her waist.

“I love you, Luna. That is all I care about,” I state firmly, “Would I like kids? Yeah, one day, but only with you. There are so many options out there for us, and you never know, you may fall pregnant. Either way, my life is you and only you, and whatever we add to it, we’ll decide together, do you hear me? ”

She sobs but nods, presses her lips against mine, and mumbles, “Yes, yes, I’ll marry you.”

I grin against her mouth and state, “You really think I was asking, princess? There is no way I was going to give you a chance to say no.”

She giggles and kisses me again, this time harder, and I groan, shoving my tongue into her mouth as she allows me entrance, and everything around me disappears.

This woman fucking consumes me, and despite her past, she’s pulled through and fought to be happy, and I have no doubt our life will be full of laughter and love with at least four kids that she will carry herself, running around because this girl, she is worth it.

Having a family together will become our new passion.

This girl is mine… and everything will be ours.