Page 42 of Kane

“Here ya go, Prez,” Jax called before something black came sailing toward us.

Kane snatched it from the air, and I realized he was holding a vest that was smaller than his. Only this one had a tag sewn across the back that said PROPERTY OF KANE.

I stared at it, my chest tight with something that felt too big to name, then let him help me slip the leather over my shoulders. He stepped back just enough to take in the sight of me wearing his property patch. His jaw clenched. His nostrils flared.

Then he pulled a small box from the inner pocket of his cut.

My heart stuttered as he opened it, and a laugh bubbled up my chest when he slipped the sparkling diamond solitaire onto my finger without another word.

“You didn’t even ask me to marry you,” I whispered, breathless.

“Not giving you a choice, sugar. You’re marrying me.” There wasn’t a hint of doubt in his voice. “You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go.”

I swallowed hard. “Good. Because I don’t want you to.”

“I love you so fucking much,” he growled.

“And I love you too,” I whispered.

A sharp whistle pierced the air, loud enough to jolt me out of my emotional haze.

I turned toward the sound just as Edge walked through the door and strode over to us with a smirk.

“Well, well, look at that.” He clapped Kane on the back and turned to the rest of the crew gathered nearby. “Listen up, assholes! Our prez finally claimed himself an old lady.”

A chorus of cheers, whistles, and a few whoops echoed around the common room.

Kane just kept his hand on my lower back like he owned me—because, well, he kinda did.

“Dammit.” I turned to see Axle leaning in the doorway with a grin. “This better not mean we’re all headed for the altar. That’s exactly how it started with the Iron Rogues.”

Edge snorted. “Relax, Romeo. One old lady doesn’t mean you’re next.”

Axle quirked a brow. “That’s what you say now, but their VP and prez were the first to fall, so you may want to avoid women until you know I’m just being superstitious.”

“As if that’s a problem,” Nitro snorted. “Haven’t seen him so much as talk to one in forever, except for Savannah.”

Kane growled low in his throat. “Anyone who so much as looks at her sideways will be limping for a week.”

“Didn’t mean it like that. Fuck,” Nitro muttered.

“Yeah, bro,” Edge drawled. “She’s literally a sister to me.”

I blinked, caught between a laugh and a blush.

Edge winked at me. “Welcome to the family, Savannah. You ever need backup, you come to me.”

“Thanks,” I said softly, my voice thick with emotion.

Then Kane turned back to me, his hand tightening at my waist, and it felt like we were the only two people in the world. I threw my arms around his neck, and Kane held me. One hand on the small of my back. The other tangled in my hair. His heartbeat thundered against my chest. Everything else—the worry, the waiting, the fear—faded into silence.

When he finally spoke, his lips brushed the shell of my ear. “You’re it for me, Savannah. You understand?”

I nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever looked at and thought—fuck, I need to build a life around her.”

My breath caught.