Page 67 of Rage
I look at her now, her laughter ringing out as she teases Sophie about something. She glances at me, catches me staring, and her smile softens. She leans over and rests her hand on my arm, and I feel it again—that peace, that love that only she can give me.
“I love you,” I say, my voice low so only she can hear.
Her eyes shine as she squeezes my arm. “I love you too.”
She’s my peace, my everything.
Rose
The hours pass by.I lean against Rage’s shoulder, his arm wrapped securely around me, and let the warmth of the moment sink in. Life is good.
The club is all happy vibes, celebrating the birth of Zara and Bomber’s baby boy. Zara sent a photo earlier, and I can’t stop thinking about it. Little Chester, wrapped up like a tiny burrito, his face scrunched up in that way only newborns can pull off. He’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.
I glance around the table, watching as everyone talks and laughs, their faces lit with delight.
Life hasn’t been easy these past five months, but I’ve come out stronger. I’ve had times when the fear tries to take hold, but I’ve faced them head-on. I’m not a victim. I’m a fighter. And Rage has been there for me every step of the way. Now, sitting here with him, surrounded by the people who’ve become my family, I feel like I’ve finally found where I belong.
The conversation shifts to babies, and I can’t help but smile as Sophie shows off the tiny War Brothers MC onesie she got for Chester. “It’s adorable,” I say, laughing as she holds it up. “He’s going to look so cute in that.”
Rage leans close, his lips brushing against my ear. “You know,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, “I wouldn’t mind seeing our kid in one of those someday.”
I turn to him; my heart skips a beat. His eyes are soft, full of love and something deeper. “You want kids?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nods. “With you, I do.”
I never imagined this life for myself, but now I can’t imagine anything else. The idea of building a family with Rage, of creating something beautiful together, fills me with joy.
Before I can respond, Cash’s phone buzzes on the table. He picks it up, his expression shifting as he reads the message. His brows furrow, and he frowns deeply.
“What’s wrong?” Axle asks, his voice cutting through the chatter. The table quiets, all eyes turning to Cash.
He tilts his head, letting out a heavy sigh. “I’ve got to get going,” he says, standing up. “I have a funeral to go to tomorrow.”
“I’m so sorry,” I say. My heart is aching for him.
He shrugs, his face unreadable. “I want to pay my respects to the family.”
“Who was it?” Axle asks, always the one to dig into everyone’s business.
Cash flinches. “An ex’s dad.”
Axle’s mouth drops open and he leans forward, his eyes wide. “You’re seeingtheex? The woman you’ve never gotten over. You sure that’s a good idea?”
Cash shrugs again, his expression guarded. “I grew up with her. We didn’t end on good terms, but I’d like to pay my respects. Sienna deserves that much. And I know she’d be there for me if I was in her shoes.”
His words linger in the air, and I can’t help but be curious about their relationship. There’s a story there. Cash is a good man. He’s doing this out of respect, out of loyalty, and that says a lot about who he is.
As the conversation shifts back to lighter topics, I find myself reflecting on how much has changed. In my old life, I thought I knew who I was and what I wanted. But that person no longer exists. After that breakup, someone took her place, and she is someone stronger. Someone who knows her worth. Someone who’s sharing her life with a man who loves and cherishes her. Rage is the man I’ve always deserved.
I glance up at the mighty fine God. He catches me staring and smirks, leaning down to press a kiss on my forehead. “What are you thinking about?” he asks, his voice soft.
“You,” I admit, my lips curving into a smile. “How much I love you.”
His smirk softens into something tender, and he pulls me closer, his arm tightening around me. “I love you too, Rose. More than anything.”
And I believe him. I feel it in the way he holds me, in the way he looks at me, in the way he’s helped me rebuild myself. He’s the love of my life. My sanctuary. I’ve found my place in this world, and it’s right here, in his arms.
The end.
