Page 98 of Diesel

“It was half an hour too long,” he huffs, frustrated and maybe a little pissed he had to be away from me at all.

I snort, smoothing my hands down his kutte. The leather is soft, worn and so familiar. My fingers linger over his club patches—the club stitched into both of us now.

“You’re obsessed,” I say.

He kisses me, soft and slow, like we have all the time in the world, like we’re not surrounded by brothers and old ladies and kids.

He doesn’t care who sees. He never has. He needs to reaffirm that I’m still here, still his. “Obviously.”

A roar goes up and we break apart as more people swarm into the bar. Dash greets Trick and Hawk like long lost brothers, even though he went on a run to Manchester just last week. Heidi and Wren, their old ladies, stop to talk to Dayna, who takes little Sophia from Heidi.

Terror looks less terrifying in the unicorn headband his daughter slapped on him, but he doesn’t take it off, not even when Ophelia calls him out.

“It’s about to get crazy in here,” I murmur.

“It’s always crazy when we all get together.”

He’s not wrong. Last time we all got together, Daimon’s old lady ended up with a surprise tattoo of his name on her thigh.

“Comin’ through!”

Zane pulls me against him as King slides around us, holding a kid upside down in one hand, his other hanging uselessly at his side. I can’t even tell whose kid it is. He winks at me as he passes, which makes Zane growl under his breath.

“He only does that because it winds you up,” I say.

“Which is exactly why he shouldn’t do it,” he grumbles.

I slip my hands under his tee, his muscles quivering against my palms. “It’s your baby in my belly, babe. Not his.”

His eyes heat and the way he’s looking at me, I can tell he’s wondering if there’s time to drag me into a quiet room before Ravage and Nic start the speeches. I shake my head.

“No.” He pouts. “I mean it.”

“Later then.”

I smile. “Later.”

There’s a clink of glass and the clearing of a throat. The room falls quieter—definitely not silent. There’s no such thing with this lot.

Ravage and Nic are standing together. Howler is with them. Three powerhouses. Three kings in kuttes.

Nic steps up, ready to say a few words, his gaze scanning the room until they stop on her. Everything in him softens, even when she raises her bottle of beer at him in mock-salute and smirks. I lean my head against Zane’s chest. The baby kicks between us, a reminder ofeverything we have. Of the family we built on the back of blood and sweat.

My gaze drifts around the kids, the brothers, and women I love as much as blood.

This is what Zane was always trying to give to me. This is what he fought so hard for.

Family.

Love.

And a home.

And somehow through blood, war, (and, of course, fairy wings), we found that with the Untamed Sons.