EPILOGUE
GEORGIANA
ONE YEAR LATER
I’m sitting on Silas’lap. Bonfires are set up on the concourse in big metal barrels. Earlier today was the day he asked me to be his wife. I never thought I’d see the day, that we’d be here right now, completely content, surrounded by family.
“I’m going to grab a couple of fresh beers,” I tell Silas. The last few dregs at the bottom of the bottle are the grossest, not to mention it’s usually warm, and that is not a good combination in my eyes.
“Don’t take too long. We’ve still got all night to celebrate.” He squeezes my ass as I stand up. Our morning started at home, with us in the shower, him proposing as I came on his cock. Classic Silas. I didn’t mind, though. I don’t think anything would have stopped me from saying yes to both the engagement but also in the orgasm department.
“I won’t. You need anything else while I’m up? Your smokes?”
“Just the beer and you, Doe.” I bend down and press a kiss against his lips. That’s another thing I haven’t seen Silas do lately, and I don’t want to question him too much, but the lack of cigarettes in the ashtray we keep outside on the back porch is all too telling. Apparently, he’s making some more changes. I knew he smoked in the beginning of our relationship. One thing for certain was that I didn’t want him to ever feel he had to change for me.
“I’ll be right back, then. I might check on Collins. She’s been quiet lately, and that’s unlike her.” He nods but doesn’t say anything else. Of course not. He grew up with Shila and Sedona. I’m sure he is probably thinking it’s a that-time-of-month issue when that’s the furthest from the truth.
The club is busy, open to the public for this party. It’ll get wild soon enough. Shadow will try to send Sedona home, and I’m sure Rage will want to do the same thing with Collins. These brothers, they all think their little girls are the epitome of innocence. I’d say it’ll be funny when their little bubble bursts, but I have a feeling the blowout will be traumatic to everyone involved.
My eyes pane around, looking for the blonde-haired bombshell, not seeing her at first. Sure, there are a lot of people here, and we don’t know everyone walking around, except for a few of the other members from the Texas chapter. Hawk and his wife, Lavender, made their appearance yesterday, making all of their family happy. Collins and Sedona told me all about their relationship, how Lavender’s dad put a wedge between the two of them, yet they still came out on top.
“There you are. What are doing hiding inside?” I walk into the clubhouse. A few guys are playing pool, some are watching television, a few others are sitting at the bar shooting the shit. Collins is off in the corner, nursing a wine cooler. How she can drink the fruity concoction, I have no idea, but to each their own.
“Drowning myself. School is kicking my ass, Mom is mothering me to death, and Dad is, well, he’s the President of Diamondback MC, and his precious little girl has to stay under his thumb.” I sit down beside her, abandoning my thoughts of grabbing Silas and me a beer. Clearly, Collins needs her girl gang.
“Shit, are you okay?”
“I’m failing college, Gigi. I can’t believe it. How can I be failing more than one class? I study. I keep my focus while in class. You should see my notebook; it’s inundated with every single word the professor speaks. It’s the tests. As soon as they’re placed in front of me, I hyperventilate and fail.” Collins has been in college for a while. She’s never failed, always succeeded in whatever she’s put her mind to.
“Have you talked to Sedona? I mean, maybe it’s time to consult a doctor. You hear all about college kids having anxiety. It’s not a bad idea.” Collins lifts her head up at my reply.
“Why didn’t I think of that? See, any other time, I’d be right on the money figuring this shit out. Instead, I’m over here, ready to drown my sorrows in wine coolers.” I wince at that statement, mainly the drinking part.
“Because you’re trying to do everything and still maintain the semblance of being a good girl for your parents. I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t be shocked if you let your hair down, Collins.” I might have just opened up a can of worms. Her eyes aren’t looking at me. I swivel my head, to see who’s looking Collins’ way, and she’s for sure giving him the look that she’s interested, too.
“Okay, maybe not that much. That spells trouble with a capital T,” I mumble in case ears are listening.
“Yeah, but what a way to go. I think I’m going to take a page out of your book, and maybe I’ll get an orgasm or two out of it, too.” Collins gets up from her spot. All I can do is watch as she makes her way towards Ice. This is not letting her hair down. This is creating a war in the club, one that will be a huge shit storm, and we’re all going to feel the brunt of this.
“There you are. What’s taking you so long to grab a couple of beers and say hi to Collins?” Silas asks, his voice trailing off when he sees where my eyes are. “Oh, fuck.”
“That about sums it up.” Looks like Ice has no problem going after what Collins is willing to give.
“We didn’t see this; in fact, you and I are going up to the room now. We’ve got our own celebrating to do.” I stand up. That’s when Silas dips his body, hoisting me until my stomach is to his shoulder.
“Silas,” I groan, hands going to my man’s waist, holding on as he smacks my ass. Thankfully, I’m wearing jeans tonight, and no one is getting a view with the show Silas is putting on.
“It’s time to consummate this engagement.” The snort that leaves me isn’t lady like in the least. I’m pretty sure he’s got that whole wording with the engagement wrong. Judging by the clapping, cheering, and clinking of glasses, yep, I’d say the club saw and heard the whole thing. That’s okay, though, because the second Silas gets me inside our room, they’ll be hearing a whole lot more.